Me and the Devil: Sebastian Sallow

Chapter ONE OH NINE - Brilliant & Unbrilliant Ideas

As it turned out, Sebastian's "bloody brilliant idea" would involve using Polyjuice Potion to transform into Headmaster Black himself along with two other unsuspecting professors.

Though I had my doubts, I had to admit that the plan could just work. The only problem was that in order to get our hands on said potion,

we would require Garreth Weasley's help.

That in and of itself was of the most concern to Ominis in particular.

"I would sooner have my head transfigured into that of a Mooncalf than trust a potion from Garreth Weasley."

"That's a bit harsh." I chimed in, though I was definitely a bit wary myself.

"Right? A poor Mooncalf wouldn't want the body of-"

Ominis crossed his arms and sneered to the air aside Sebastian's chest.

"-nevermind."

I rolled my eyes. "Well unless either one of you happens to have these specific potions brewed somewhere, I think he might be our only chance. We don't even know if he will have any made... especially for those professors... it all seems a bit too convenient..."

"Oh he's got some." Sebastian scoffed. "Heard him blabbering on about having one for every professor in the castle to one of the other 7th years. He said, and I quote, "One never knows when such things may come in handy"." He spoke in what I imagined he felt was a Garreth impression but it came out a bit higher pitched and entirely too thick an accent for the Gryffindor.

"So... do you know where he keeps them?"

"Nope." He smiled blankly as if this wasn't a problem.

Ominis pinched the bridge of his nose.

"...but I know he stayed here for break so I figured we could just ask him."

"Ask-" Ominis nearly snorted. "Ask him? You think Weasley will just willingly hand over his own stocks?"

Sebastian's smile wavered. "Well no... but I'm sure we can work out a deal... although it pains me to think about being in debt to the likes of him-"

"Sebastian."

"I'm just saying. I like having friends that are in my debt. Not the other way around."

Ominis sighed.

I shrugged.

"It's worth a shot."

And so we were off to find the curly redheaded boy, which was not nearly as easy as one might imagine with hair that bright in a nearly empty castle.

Thankfully, one of the third year Gryffindors had seen him some ten minutes ago in the Great Hall. We found him at the red and gold clothed table by himself, hurriedly scarfing down a rather large pile of roasted potatoes and scribbling into a tattered book.

Sebastian made a signal to allow him to lead and I took a step back in amusement.

The two Slytherin boys flanked the Gryffindor swiftly, dropping in to the bench seats on either side of him so close Garreth had to tuck his elbows inwards as to not touch their shoulders.

"Uhh... hello gentleman."

"Hello Weasley." The venom thick on Sebastian's lips even through his grin.

A chill ran up my spine and goosebumps tickled my arms. I smirked.

Sebastian continued. "We have a proposition for you."

I slid in to the space directly across the table from Garreth and his eyes flicked to me quickly, softening slightly as recognition flitted through them.