y/n has defeated Ranrok and been tasked by Professor Figs passing with the responsibility of guarding ancient magic, and the wizarding world. The task is daunting, and all y/n wants is to honor Professor Fig and do so with the support from her best...
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**Spice Warning**
Sebastian POV
I glance over to the nearest clock and feel guilty. Two hours. Two whole hours later than intended to see y/n. I wring my hands through my hair as I tap my foot impatiently in line. She's going to be upset. I pray silently that Ominis just told her outright what I'm up to. If he went about his usual long winded answer I'm sure she will be furious. Thankfully not only with me, but with Ominis as well. She typically moves on quicker when she's upset with both of us and not just either or.
I chuckle at the thought of what's waiting for me at Ilvermorny. I begin to peek over to the person in front of me, wondering what is taking so long. The woman in front of me seems far more patient than I. She has coiled flaming red hair resting just below her shoulders. She stands at about my height and has her arms lazily at her sides. I can hear only her first name stated as Ada. After about half an hour of a patient back and forth between Ada and the Ministry official, Ada completes her service.
Ada turns around wistfully and after just a few steps locks her gaze on mine. Her pale green eyes seem to lack any light, a mischievous look on her face. She licks her lips and winks at me, throwing me off guard. Does she know me? I certainly don't know her. I reply with a serious and intimidating expression, not appreciating her gesture. She cracks a smile and flips her hair, continuing on out of the room. Finally, the Ministry official calls me up next. I quickly rush up to her desk.
"Sebastian Sallow, animagus registration. Revealing and reporting complete," I say, hoping this will be over shortly.
Without looking up at me she replies, "Wand please, Mr. Sallow."
I pass her my wand and glance over at the clock again nervously. She takes it off the counter and examines it while mulling over a fresh parchment. I can see my name scribbled at the top of it. She taps the parchment with my wand and seems satisfied.
"All seems to be in order. Thank you for registering Mr. Sallow. You will receive a letter of confirmation in the next few days. You may take your leave," she explains, passing my wand back to me.
"Right then. Thanks," I mumble, shoving my wand back into my pocket.
I bustle out of the boring, brightly lit room towards the fireplace in the corner. I snatch a pinch of floo powder from the bowl that is floating beside it. I flick some of the powder in and watch as the flames erupt into an emerald green.
I step into the fire and toss the last of the powder down, "Hogwarts, Great Hall!"
The familiar sensation of floo travel whips me and I open my eyes to see the walls of the Great Hall in front of me. I step out of the fireplace hastily and look around. No one is here. Barton had set up this floo channel specifically for y/n and her friends. Professor Black had been reluctant, but with much persuasion from the Ministry about keeping y/n content he had allowed for Ominis and I to gain access to Hogwarts outside of the school terms.
