Whispers of my heart - Sebastian Sallow x OC

Soft Whispers

In the waning afternoon light, the golden hues of the sun bathed the Hogwarts grounds in a warm, amber glow.

Sebastian gently nudged Ophelia as they left the classroom, steering her towards the crisp winter air. In a swift, practiced motion, he conjured warm scarves and jackets for both of them.

Hand in hand, they walked across the snow-covered Hogwarts grounds, the silence between them filled with the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots, were blending with the soft whispers of the breeze.

The air carried a crisp chill, invigorating yet tinged with an unspoken tension. Ophelia, her thoughts ensnared by the mysterious flames she had witnessed in Divination, walked beside Sebastian in a contemplative silence.

As the last rays of sunlight painted the sky in warm pastels, Sebastian attempted to bridge the gap with conversation, unaware of the tumult within Ophelia's mind. His words, like the winter wind, were met with an absent gaze from Ophelia. Only when he called her name did she reenter the present, a perplexed expression clouding her features.

"Ophelia," Sebastian spoke with a mixture of concern and curiosity, his breath forming soft clouds in the cool air.

As Sebastian called her name, a perplexed expression crossed Ophelia's features, her gaze refocusing on him. 

The tranquil beauty of the snowy landscape surrounded them, each delicate snowflake reflecting the fading sunlight. It was a picturesque scene, yet the weight of Ophelia's thoughts cast a shadow upon the winter scenery.

Sebastian, attuned to the subtle shifts in her demeanor, furrowed his brow. He sighed, a mixture of concern and compassion etched on his face. "What's wrong, Ophelia? You seem lost in your thoughts. You can talk to me; I'm worried about you."

Caught off guard, Ophelia attempted to mask her inner turmoil. "It's nothing. Dinnae worry about it."

The fading daylight painted a poignant scene as they walked, the tranquility of the snowy grounds at odds with the unresolved tension between them. Sebastian, sensing the weight of Ophelia's untold concerns, offered a comforting squeeze of her hand.

"If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here," he assured her, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. 

"You don't have to carry everything on your own."

The golden hour cast long shadows, creating an intimate space for their shared vulnerability. Ophelia, her eyes momentarily fixated on the glistening snow, looked away, seeking solace in the aesthetic charm of the snowy trees. The landscape, adorned with a blanket of pristine snow, sparkled in the soft hues of the setting sun. The trees stood as silent sentinels, their branches adorned with delicate frost.

Amidst this serene setting, Ophelia's composure faltered, tears welling up in her eyes. Sebastian, witnessing her emotional unraveling, felt a profound sadness. With a tender understanding, he enveloped her in a comforting hug, his arms a refuge against the storm within her.

He shushed her gently, the rhythmic sound a soothing cadence against the quiet backdrop of the winter scene. Stroking her hair with a gentleness that mirrored the falling snow, he allowed her the space to gather her emotions.

In the tranquil embrace, Sebastian patiently waited for Ophelia to share the burdens of her heart. When she felt ready, she whispered words heavy with vulnerability. "I know I can tell you anything, but this... it's not something I'm ready to talk about. Not yet."

Sebastian, still cradling her in his arms, reassured her with a soft smile. "My darling. It's okay if you're not ready to talk. Take your time; as long as it doesn't put you in danger. I'm here for you."

Ophelia nodded, grateful for his understanding, and whispered her thanks, her voice a fragile echo against the winter landscape. In that quiet moment, amidst the beauty of the snow-covered grounds, their connection deepened, anchored by the unspoken understanding that some burdens needed time to unfold, like delicate petals revealing the secrets of a fragile bloom.