The Right Time || Sebastian Sallow x MC ||

Chapter 19

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The group of friends had fallen into a routine of some sort. 

Sebastian would get up and go to work at the ministry, completely ignoring the elephant in the room. Never bringing up what happened at Gaunt Manor.

Then there was Ominis, who was just angry all the time and drowning his sorrows in Firewhiskey. Despite Poppy's best attempts, he was angry with himself for being associated with his family. 

A feeling Maeve could now unfortunately relate too. 

A couple of weeks passed by where they hadn't really said much of anything, not even anything wedding related. 

Maeve had stared at the letter in her desk for weeks, the one asking her to join the faculty. She had decided to do it, but hasn't told anyone yet. The only people knowing were Garreth and Sebastian. 

The idea made her snort as she picked up Garreth's letter he had sent her. Informing her that Liliana was in fact safe, and that Marvolo did not kill her, but had knocked her out for several hours. One of the other healers found her in a broom closet, they had just assumed she passed out from exhaustion after caring for several patients with a severe flu. 

Next to those letters, were the ones Sebastian had sent her. She brought them back with her to Feldcroft, without him knowing of course. 

She still hadn't read a single one. Not entirely sure she was even going to, because like Sebastian had said, it didn't change a thing now. 

She loved him now. 

A sharp knock on the door caused her to jump as she turns to see Poppy leaning against the door frame with a small smile.

"You've been in here a lot lately." Poppy's voice filled with concern and Maeve offered her a warm smile. 

"Yeah." Her reply was lowered, taking a deep breath, she sits down on the bed her and Sebastian now shared. Her hands rubbing over the knitted top blanket. Poppy came and sat beside her, her head resting gently against her shoulder. "Ominis?"

"Asleep." Poppy replies grimly and Maeve nods slowly. "He won't talk to me. He blames himself that any of you are going through this." 

"It's not his fault." Maeve frowns. "I don't think any of us would've expected this." 

"Yeah," Poppy snickers, "I never would've thought you were a Black." 

"Or Fig's niece." 

The air suddenly felt heavier as Poppy blows out a breath, taking in what Maeve had just said. 

"He meant a lot to you." Poppy acknowledges and Maeve could feel the -pressure building up in her eyes as she nods again. "Do you wonder... if he knew?" 

"He knew." Maeve replied quietly. It was something she had thought about a lot over the last couple of weeks, if he had known that she was related to him in some way. But she would remember how his eyes would gleam when she accomplished something, or how he had tried so hard to protect her during that final battle with Ranrok. 

Although it was years ago, she felt like it was yesterday. 

"What of Beatrice now?" Poppy asks her hand stroking up Maeve's bare arm in a caring gesture. 

Maeve froze completely, this was not something she had thought of, and she normally thought of everything. 

What did happen to her birth mother? Was she still in America, married to the muggle? Was she dead? Did the Black's ever hunt her down and torture her for messing with the prophecy? What of Arcturus now? Were her birth parents even alive?