call it what you want // sebastian sallow x reader

Chapter 7

The day after the quidditch celebration I eat a late lunch with Céline and Ominis. My appetite isn't too large after last night, but I still manage to get down some pumpkin juice and a funny looking pastry. I know today is the day my interview is published in The Daily Prophet. The thought of it makes my stomach want to turn itself inside out.

Soon, one of the common Hogwarts owls drops an envelope in front of me before flying away. It has the familiar Ministry of Magic logo stamped on the front, immediately making me rip the envelope open.

Welcome to the Ministry feast!

Dear Y/n Y/l/n, competitor for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in the upcoming Triwizard tournament,

I, Faris Spavin, Minister of Magic, hereby invite you to join our feast at The Ministry of Magic on the second Saturday in October.

Not only will this give you an insight regarding what your next year could look like if you win the tournament, but it will also provide you with information regarding the first competition in the Triwizard Tournament. As you know, the first competition will take place the first Sunday of November. Hence, this opportunity should provide you with clarity as well as inspiration.

Dress code: Formal

RSVP: Before Wednesday

Regards,

Faris Spavin

Minister of Magic

''Holy shit,'' Céline lets out next to me, obviously leaning over my shoulder to read the letter. ''That's crazy.''

''I know,'' I say excitedly. ''I honestly can't believe it.''

Ominis sighs, ''What is crazy? Can someone please, for once, tell me what's going on.''

Ouch. I forgot about his disability for a moment and I can tell he's hurt. Of course he is. Céline gives me an uncomfortable look, confirming that she also forgot and feels bad about it.

''I was invited to a feast at the Ministry. All competitors seem to be invited,'' I explain. ''And I apologise, I was just so caught in the moment.''

Ominis smiles kindly, ''It's alright, I just don't like to remind people about the fact that I cannot see. And that sounds like a lot of fun.''

''We need to get you new clothes, though,'' Céline eyes my outfit down with a slightly hesitant look on her face. ''Did you even bring anything remotely fancy?''

''I did,'' I say, slightly offended. ''But perhaps not fancy enough for the Ministry,'' I agree.

''The best place for that would be Gladrag's Wizarding Wear,'' Ominis says. ''It's in Hogsmeade, if you've been there.''

''I haven't,'' I say.

I heard students talking about Hogsmeade, a small village just a stonecast away from Hogsmeade. Apparently, it's one of the most vivid villages in Scotland and has a broad selection of shops, pubs and all things a young witch or wizard could need.

Ominis smiles, ''Well, I have an idea,'' he then  says. ''It's Sunday, and I doubt you'll have time to go shopping before Saturday. So I'd say, we visit Hogsmeade today.''

Céline gives me an exhausted look. She was the centre of the party last night and because of that, the most tired out of the three of us today.

''I'm not going,'' she explains. ''But you two should go. Y/n's wardrobe needs an upgrade.''

''Hey!'' I call her out.

''It's true,'' she argues.

''Fine,'' I agree with Ominis's suggestion. ''Just give me a few minutes to get ready, and then we'll leave.''