Aftermath ✧ Sebastian Sallow

chapter thirty-nine

Mystery by Turnstile

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Amelia's Perceptive

Fuck the Ministry of Magic. 

One day just decided to pull me from classes and hold me hostage over the discussion of my future. Fig was my assigned guardian, and despite passing away months ago, the Ministry didn't appear to take any interest in reassigning me until it benefitted them. 

"Miss Blackwood doesn't require the appointment of a guardian." Professor Weasley spoke up on my behalf. 

The room of old men looked down upon us as if they could all have an equal say in my future. There were about ten men spread across the room, all positioned purposefully looking down upon us. Only a few exactly bothered to speak on the matter and even fewer properly introduced themselves. 

"The girl's magic needs to be controlled properly," Hissed the man who was overseeing the meeting. 

His long white hair was straight as needles as it fell past his shoulders. It was either his leadership position or his higher-class status that gave him the thick tone of arrogance that rolled thick off his tongue as he spoke. 

"Hogwarts has been overseeing the care of Miss Blackwood since Eleazar Fig passed," Professor Weasley reminded him, "It seems the Ministry hadn't cared to oversee her until it was convenient. We suggest that you allow us to keep taking care of her until she finishes her education, Minster Malfoy." 

The white-haired man, whom I now knew as Malfoy smiled cruelly back at the Professor, "Is having her neck cut open how Hogwarts takes care of their student now? My, how things have changed."

"That isn't their fault," I hissed back. 

The dark eyes of Malfoy only flickered briefly at my protest, like I was a fly on the wall, before turning his attention to the Professor. 

"It was completely Hogwarts' fault. The girl should be grateful that she didn't die on their watch. If the ancient magic ability hadn't almost bled out of her body, then there would be no reason for this meeting to begin with," He growled, "Clearly, Eleazar hadn't properly trained her to be able to take care of herself as he promised us. And Hogwarts should have been more protective about her safety, but Hogwarts has failed." 

"What happened was a tragic accident," Professor Weasley spoke up, "But Amelia was saved by a fellow student. Hogwarts is a family. She is safe in our protection and I will be leaving with her today to return to the school." 

"Then what?" Spoke up the youngest man in the room. 

He was the only one without grey hair among the men. His almost completely black hair was slicked back and the hardened gel made the darkness of it glow off the light. Despite being here for days, it was the first time I had seen his face. There was something about him that seemed almost familiar, something about his eyes. They were pale, almost white. But his pupils were so large that they almost hid the cloudy hue around its darkness. 

His voice was oddly soft despite the sharpness of his words, "After Miss Blackwood graduates from Hogwarts, then what? Such a powerful form of magic is dangerous if there is no one to control it."

"I can control it just fine," I argued back. 

"Amelia Blackwood is one of the best students," Weasley interrupted before my anger boiled over, "She quickly is reaching the top of her class and scored high on all of her tests, despite only being admitted last year. The school finds that she should have no issue controlling her magic or being a threat to the Wizarding World upon her graduation."