Me and the Devil: Sebastian Sallow

Chapter EIGHTY ONE - Ruffians and Goblins

The hustle and bustle of students outside the castle made it nearly impossible for us to sneak in to the storage area and steal a couple brooms - to which I responded with the upmost disappointment "Oh darn." 

Not to mention Ominis was clearly distraught over the thought of having to ride on the back of one of our brooms.

So Floo powder it was. 

Thankfully Sebastian knew of a statue near Rookwood castle and was able to guide us through quickly - only hearing a quick clip of Ignatia's shrill voice asking us about another adventure. As soon as we were on the other side, Sebastian grasped both of our hands and took off in a quick sprint until we were completely out of earshot of the statue's tribulations.

Ominis was huffing with his hands on his thighs. "What in-" gasp. "....Merlin's name was-" gasp. "...that all about?"

"I think-" big breath. "...that's my personal best. I only heard about three words from that-"

"Sebastian." Ominis scolded, nose to his boots.

"-witch Ominis. I was going to say witch."

Sebastian had his hands above his head, a bit of his shirt peaking up near the bottom. I could feel my cheeks flush and quickly looked up only to be met with a flirtatious wink.

I rolled my eyes and after managing to get ahold of my own breathing, peeked around the forest we had found ourselves in. Stepping up the path a few paces, I begun to hear the distinct murmur of voices. Tucking myself behind the nearest tree, I glanced between the branches.

Just as before, tents lined the outside. Thick burning campfires roared between each one and crates were decorated with shining swords, shields and axes. Squinting to the left I was just able to make out a few goblins arguing with a couple burly men I suspected to be Victor's lot. They all sat around one of the fires, roasting some sort of thin meat over the flames.

Attempting to envision a clear path around them, I nearly jumped at the booming complaints of the man nearest my left.

"Let's just hurry up and get this all over with so we can stop working with these ruffians."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you that dumb witted? What's it sound like it means?"

The two sides stood from their seats with hate filled eyes, fists clenched and weapons nearby. One of the goblins was desperately trying to diffuse the situation with little luck.

As quietly as I could, I backed away from the tree and jogged down to where I'd left the two Slytherins.

I found Sebastian knelt next to Ominis' feet and the two bickering over whether Ominis' boot was tied tight enough.

"The place is crawling with Ranrok's loyalists and Victor Rookwood's lot. They're working together all right, but it's most definitely not a friendly alliance."

The two stopped squabbling and Sebastian stood quickly, dusting the dirt from the knee of his trousers.

"We'll just have to fight our way through then."

"No. I think we can sneak by them, find another way in that isn't the front entrance."

Sebastian had the decency to hide his pout but crossed his arms anyway and following my lead. 

We peeked up near the tree I had been moments before and ducked around the corner.

A loyalist leaning against a far gate tossed a small red apple between his hands. "We could take every child we find to Ranrok? Eventually we may get the right one."