Paradise Found | Hogwarts Legacy Love Story

Magizoology Tip #8

Both of them stopped talking, clearly frustrated with the other. Beatrice pushed a piece of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Well, it seemed that everyone was airing out their trauma and woes. Now seems like a great time to be initiated into the Trauma Club.

"Since my mother died, my father's physically and financially abused me. I've broken more bones than ground with my research. The cure to common poisons, one I've spent years on was stolen by the most eligible bachelor in Washington D.C. Said research stealer has also decided that he wants to marry me so that all my accomplishments are under his name. Hm. Oh and yes, I ran away. The only thing I have now is whatever's in this luggage."

Ominis had gone still beside her and Sebastian listened to her every word. His eyes had darkened shortly after she started talking and the smile on his face wasn't exactly the nicest or inviting. It was mournful and decisive. Maybe it was the same look Satan had when he realized that he no longer could live peacefully within the gates of Heaven and wanted to start a rebellion.

Sebastian reached out, grabbing her hand and leaning forward to brush his lips against her knuckles. He winked, his tone derisive. "Welcome to the club, Beatrice."

Her childhood friend's voice was soft, "I wish you didn't have to be apart of it."

Beatrice felt a hand slide into her other one. This one gentle and his thumb stroked her knuckles in a silent I'm here for you if you need anything. Sebastian dropped her hand and went back to reading his book while Ominis also let her go, but rested his head back to take a nap. She placed her hands back into her lap and shifted her attention to the window.

For some reason, she felt a wave of loss crash over her. Her hands felt colder now having nothing to hold. And she didn't understand why.

Magizoology Tip #8

Most cats hate water. Magical or not.

Hogwarts was impressive. She was willing to bet that it blew Ilvermorny out of the water, but to be fair-the European school had been around a lot longer than the American one. Something she quite liked was the openness with magic. Ilvermorny put an emphasis on secrecy and almost made it feel like practicing magic was taboo. Here, she could see people flying on broomsticks with ease and showing their friends new spells they learned. Some were even helping to tutor the younger students.

"Good Afternoon, Professor." A series of students kept greeting Sebastian.

It gave off the impression to her that he was well liked for not only the students greeted him, but the elves, and the staff that walked by. He returned each greeting with a nod, but never a smile. He was expressionless for the most part, yet in the train cart, he'd been rather animated.

Ominis either ignored this change of behavior or didn't care because he was talking to her about the classes held at Hogwarts.

"I wish we'd had a beasts class." Beatrice pointed out, looking around. She took in everything with a bout of excitement. The sweeping archways, the way there seemed to always be something to look at-there were knickknacks everywhere. Portraits followed them with their eyes, whispering to each other.

"Ominis Gaunt?"

"Haven't seen the Gaunts in years."

"With the Sallow boy?"