Closure (Sebastian Sallow x MC)

Chapter 13

Sebastian's POV

I knock on the door before me in a bit of a rush. The walk here has been long. April has been hugging my arm and whispering rather obscene things to me all the way here, and it's starting to get under my skin.

All the things she would do with me. All the things she would do to me. The parts of me she would touch, kiss, caress.

I don't know how much restraint is left in my body, but not much.

My mind is still outside, thinking about that almost kiss that hasn't happened. I know it was the right thing to do, but with every word that leaves April's mouth, I regret it more.

"Come in" A hushed and low voice comes from the other side of the door.

I open the door leading to Professor Sharp's office. He always tells me he works late here if I need anything related to my extra assignments, but I didn't expect him here. It's well past midnight at this point, and with the party taking place in the Great Hall, I have assumed that he would be already in his room. But I guess he wasn't joking when he said that he didn't sleep that much.

I take a brief look at the dark space. Plenty of books cover the walls, not all of them being about potions, for what I can read in the titles. Only a few candles are lit, just surrounding the desk he is sitting on. He looks up from the paper he's writing after a moment.

"Sebastian." I'm not surprised at him using my first name, since he's been using it since he started mentoring me. Then he looks at the person grapping my arm like her life depends on it. He lifts an eyebrow. "...Misses Berrycloth. What are you doing here?" He looks at me while asking.

"I need some help here, Professor." I signal to April with my head. "I think she is intoxicated."

"I'm not"

His eyebrow goes even higher. "If Misses Berrycloth is drunk the best you could do is take her to her dorm and let her sleep." His tone is unbothered.

"She's not drunk. I think it's something else... Maybe a potion? That's why I'm here." I beg to him in silence.

He takes a moment and then he sighs and leaves his desk. I take April off my arm, gaining myself a pout on her behalf.

"Please, look at me." Professor Sharp's voice is demanding and, after nodding to her, April looks back at him, unsure of what it's happening.

He takes a long moment looking at her eyes, long enough so it's a bit uncomfortable. Then, he takes her wrist and puts his index finger there for a minute.

After that, he takes out his wand and, with a flick of his wrist, April's falls asleep. I catch her before she falls to the ground.

"What the-" I look at Professor Sharp and I shut my mouth. In his eyes lies a warning.

"I have to assume you didn't do this." His tone is severe.

"No, sir."

He considers it for a second. "Fine. Let's see Madam Pomfrey."

He lifts April off my hands and carries her out without hesitating. I follow close behind.

"She can walk by herself, is this really necessary?"

"I'm not seeing her clinging over you all the way to the nursery. I have enough of that in my classes everyday."

And that's my cue to shut up. He always complains about teenagers being too full of hormones, but I didn't think it was that deep.

We arrive at the nursery as fast as we can, and Madam Ponfrey comes around immediately.

After a brief talk about the situation with Professor Sharp, she wakes April up.