Oblivious // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

14. The Map Chamber

I ran in sobbing to the Map Chamber, hoping that at least one of the Keepers would be there to help me. With everything going in, I wasn't sure how I'd even explain it. I was so stressed with the ancient magic, and I always just kept it bottled up. On top of that, I had to worry about the Triwizard Tournament's first trial, which was tomorrow. The whole school would be watching us. It was too much pressure.

What's worse I that I hadn't even told my mother
about it.

And then I had Sebastian and Garreth. Two of my good friends that I had such complicated relationships with. Could I even tell the Keepers about that?

Looking at the Repository entrance was harder than I thought it'd be. It was just as we had left it, almost as if I had been transported back in time. I thought back to Professor Fig, who gave up everything for the safety of the Repository. For my safety.

It only made my already aching heart break even more. I sat down on the steps near the entrance to the repository, my arms wrapped around my legs as I dug my face into my knees. The sobs kept coming, and uncontrollably too. I had no control over my emotions, and the ancient magic in me started to bubble up.

I felt the wand in my hands start to glow the familiar shade of blue that it always shone whenever the ancient magic beckoned for me to let it loose. My hands glowed blue too. I was angry, hurt, and scared. All these emotions triggered something inside of me, something I hadn't felt since Fig's death.

I stood up from the stairs, my hand clenched around the wand as tight as it possibly could. My whole body shook as I shut my eyes and raised my wand, letting everything I had bottled up over the summer and the past month out.

I broke every vase or decoration I saw. The ancient magic poured out of me until I could hardly breathe. The yells and spells I let out were much louder than my sobs. I wouldn't be surprised if someone heard me from London.

My heart felt as if it had been ripped into a million little pieces. I had just solved everything with Sebastian, maybe even turned our friendship into something that could be more, and I went around and kissed Garreth right in front of him. I was lying to my own mother, and to every single one of my friends. I kept the secret of Fig's death to myself, and I had no one to talk about the Repository or the ancient magic with. I felt so alone.

I had to let it out somehow.

"Y/N?" A soft, familiar voice called out. "Is that you?"

I turned around, trying to fix my robes and hair so I'd look presentable. It didn't work, of course, as my red, teary face gave away my state. I looked to the direction of the voice, seeing the past headmistress, Niamh Fitzgerald, looking at me worriedly.

"Professor Fitzgerald?" I asked, stepping towards her portrait. "I, erm, I didn't mean for you to see me like this—"

"Do not worry," she said, her gaze softening. "Do you...wish to talk about it?"

I stood there, gobsmacked. I hadn't gotten to know Professor Fitzgerald very well yet, but she every since the trial I had with her last year, I was curious to learn more about her.

"I'd..." I took a deep breath in, exhaling a few seconds after. "I'd like that."

. . .

Sebastian's Perspective

"Sebastian!" Ominis yelled at me in the Undercroft. "Please, calm down! You'll hurt somebody!"

"I don't care!" I screamed back, hitting whatever I could with any spell I could think of.

"Ominis is right, Sebastian!" Anne reprimanded. "Come on, just talk to us about it. You know you can tell us anything."