The Death Wish: Book One (Hogwarts Legacy)

Of Feather and Fang

It was the Friday morning after your trip to Feldcroft.

Thursday had gone past in a flurry of classes and homework—though you had greatly enjoyed showing off some of your new duelling moves on a luckless Hufflepuff girl when you had broken into sets for DADA. Hecat had beamed at you with pride as she helped warm up your shivering opponent from your last Glacius blast, winning the match.

You had also been pleasantly surprised to find that Sebastian and Garreth seem to have agreed to simply keep their distance—with Sebastian all but leaving you alone in Potions. You supposed it would have to do for now—though you still had not given up hope they might find common ground somewhere.

You suppressed a yawn as you sat down to breakfast—you and Ominis both looking a little weary after staying up late working on your History of Magic essays.

"You have a whole week to do it—why did you both finish it the day it was assigned?" asked Sebastian with a confused head shake.

"There is nothing wrong with staying ahead, Sebastian. We had our idea ready and now we don't have to worry about it." you replied as Ominis nodded in agreement.

"And now when you are scrambling to finish yours on Tuesday night, my diligent adder and I can have a lovely evening of reading and relaxing." Ominis predicted with a knowing look—which had the brunette smiling sheepishly.

"Alright. Fair dues. Speaking of—you two wouldn't want to go over our Theory essays this weekend?" he asked with a nonchalant look that had Imelda lifting her head from her newspaper to glance at you.

"That is Seb-Speak for 'I haven't done it yet'." advised Imelda with a raised brow at the now frowning Sebastian.

"I—started it. I just don't get the connection between the incantation syntax and underlying intent—I'm a bit stuck." Sebastian admitted with a slightly embarrassed look—his brow furrowing. You tilted your head to catch his eye.

"How about a trade? I'll explain the Theory assignment if you help me with the Belomancy essay for Onai. I have zero clue how arrows can predict the future."

His face split with a grin as he nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulder—nearly causing you to spill your tea as he shook your frame.

"See Mel? That's what being nice looks like."

She smirked as she caught your burning face and eye roll.

"You are just lucky she is somehow immune to your impish nature—and that your knowledge gaps happen to complement each other."

You smiled at her before turning to Sebastian.

"You hear that, Seb—together, you and I make one, competent student." you smiled brightly, before winking at the little captain—causing her to snort into her coffee while Ominis nearly choked on his toast as he barked out a laugh.

You were all giggling and shaking when the owl post came through—carrying a distinct stack of letters.

"Here we go. Letters all 'round." announced Sebastian warmly as he dealt out the envelopes. You took your letter with a glowing smile, happy to now have a face and voice to go along with your post from the missing twin.

As the owl post had arrived rather early, you all opened your letters to read while you finished your hot drinks. You heard Ominis mutter his braille spell as you started to read yours.

My Darling Dutch,

I hope you are well and have recovered your energy from Wednesday.