Whispers of Mischief | Sebastian Sallow

He also took our wands... I can't believe it

Sebastian's gaze met yours, concern lingering in his eyes as he carefully considered the situation. "I think it's best if we head to bed now. It's getting late," he suggested, his voice soft yet weighted with the events of the night. Nodding in agreement, you couldn't ignore the exhaustion that permeated your body, a heaviness settling into your bones with each passing minute.

Sebastian swam towards the stairs that led out of the pool, ensuring you stayed focused on your breathing as he guided you along. As he ascended the steps, he released his hold on you with a gentle touch, his damp form emerging from the water. Your gaze involuntarily wandered, captivated by the shimmering droplets on his glistening skin. A few larger droplets ran down his physique. As he fully stepped out of the water he ran his hand through his wet hair, effortlessly sweeping it away from his vision.

A smile danced upon your lips as he made his way towards the spot where you had both undressed earlier. However, a hint of worry tinged his voice as he spoke. "Uhm... Y/N, where exactly did you put our clothes?", "What do you mean? They're right there on the floor." You said as confusion etched across your features as you pointed toward the empty space on the ground.

But as your gaze shifted, reality struck with a jolt of lightning.

The clothes 

were gone.

Panic surged through your veins, your mind racing. "I'll lose my Gobstones! Peeves must've taken 'em!" Sebastian yelled, his anger noticeable in his voice. It was a rare sight to witness him consumed by such fury. Your thoughts raced, desperately seeking a solution, for walking through the castle drenched and half-clothed was an unthinkable option.

Sebastian paced back and forth, his eyes scanning the surroundings in search of answers. Inadvertently, he stepped on a piece of fabric. Retrieving it with a mixture of frustration and hope, he grabbed the cloth—a long-armed, white shirt. A glimmer of possibility ignited within him. "I have an idea," he said with a calmer tone now. Placing the shirt on the ground, he knelt beside it, his eyes meticulously scouring the floor once more. A frustrated grunt escaped his lips, his agitation mounting. "He also took our wands.... I can't believe it," he muttered, his teeth grinding together in frustration. Yet, amidst the mounting tension, your calm voice cut through the air. "No, I put them on that shelf earlier. I was afraid they'd get wet," you added, pointing towards the porcelain shelf that stood nearby.

His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope as he rushed towards the shelf, his hand retrieving his wand. A wave of relief washed over his features, evident in the audible sigh that escaped his lips. "We really would've been in such enormous trouble if he had taken our wands," Sebastian remarked, shaking his head in disbelief at the close call. "You're a genius, Y/N. We would've been utterly doomed if you hadn't thought of putting them there," he expressed, his smile filled with gratitude and admiration, a moment of shared relief amidst the chaos.

Returning his smile, you remained in the water, almost fully immersed, patiently awaiting his next move. Sebastian returned to where his shirt lay on the ground. Once again, he knelt down, his grip firm as he tore off one sleeve with impressive strength. Before you could utter a word, he repeated the action with the other sleeve, separating it from the fabric. A white tank top for men and two loose sleeves now lay before him. He grabbed his wand and pointed it at the tank top. 

As you awaited his next move curiously.