Order of Shadows | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Forty One

Both Slytherins took a seat with parchment available to them. Ominis was the only one with ink. Sebastian pointed to his throat, sending Umbridge a hateful glance as she sat behind her desk.

"Yes?" She asked smiling. "Ah."

With a wave of her hand, Sebastian coughed. "You haven't given me any ink."

"Oh... You won't need ink."

Ominis raised his chin, his features hard. "Why wouldn't he need ink? We're to write out lines, no? You gave me ink."

"Tut tut tut. Detention. No talking. Write out your lines, gentlemen."

Séraphine ripped her sleeve from Draco, silently walking towards Sebastian. He rolled his eyes at the Parchment, "Then what am I to write?" Under his breath, she heard him mutter, 'Eejit' in his native tongue.

Dolores Umbridge smiled unnervingly at him. She could tell it bothered him by the way he held his breath. Cautiously, she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. Sebastian relaxed, breathing again. He recognized the feel of her body against him so effortlessly. His head turned only slightly to feel their cheeks against each others. She pressed her lips against his cheek, but froze as the words left the Professor's mouth.

"I am the Reason My Sister is Dead."

Bonfire by the Lake

"Calme." Séraphine's voice was next to his ear, but her eyes were locked on the Professor who'd begun pouring too many spoonfuls of sugar into her tea, "Don't give her the satisfaction."

Sebastian said nothing. His eyes were on the parchment, unseeing and unfocused. From how hard he was clenching his teeth, Séraphine was surprised they hadn't cracked yet under pressure. She held her hand over his heart, hearing it pumping fast with adrenaline and anger.

His voice was also barely above a whisper, "Go."

Ominis was scrawling lines, crooked across the the paper. Not because he couldn't see, but instead because his thoughts were racing too. His regal features were stoic and the tip of his quill was ripping holes in the parchment on every downward stroke of the nib.

Draco wordlessly grabbed her sleeve, tugging at her to leave. Séraphine watched Sebastian begin to try and write the lines, but nothing happened. She stared at his hands, but no words were appearing.

"Let me see the quill." Umbridge's voice was still higher pitched and calm. However, once she accio'd the quill and saw the Dark Lord's magic was gone, her anger was briefly visible through the mask. "What did you do?"

Sebastian plastered a fake, smug smile on his face, feeding into her anger. "I'm trying to write my lines, Professor. If you gave me some ink, perhaps I'd be able to."

Her lips pressed into a thin line and she waved her wand to throw him a new pink quill and jar of ink. However, Sebastian didn't bother trying to catch it. Which allowed for the ink to spill all over Séraphine's robe.

The Professor rose from her desk, shock now visible on her face. Séraphine sent a quick Scourgify charm inaudibly to her robe. Ominis' practically sentient wand had picked up on his overwhelming intent and started spinning on his desk, causing the room to be be sprayed with fire.