In the year 1900, Penelope Silverthorn returns to Hogwarts after eight years of leaving only to find herself struggling with everything she left behind, including Sebastian Sallow, who is betrothed to another.
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Chapter 41: The Calm Before The Storm Part 1 *
"Forgive me, my weakness, But I don't know why." Cascada
This chapter contains mature content.
A chorus of laughter emitted inside the faculty bedroom that evening. Penelope Silverthorn could only see so much from her vantage point as Sebastian Sallow kicked the door shut with his foot and kept her over his shoulder.
A glimpse of the vintage fireplace and office area caught Penelope's eyes, gathering that it was the infamous spot where the professor became studious and stressed with his work. The low fire crackled in the air as she was swooshed away.
"Alright, Sallow," Penelope held in her pressured voice from her folded body. "You've proved your point.
Sebastian chuckled at the words in the air, a hint of smugness in his voice. "Have I now?"
Penelope's weight touched the edge of Sebastian's full-sized bed, making her hitch a breath from the gentle toss and find herself caged over while she tried to admire the bedroom.
Sure, she stepped foot here not long ago, but even so, the difference in space Sebastian held in his bedroom compared to hers. A bit of jealousy caught on her.
Sebastian Sallow kept his space tidy. Not purposely; he was once a messy and unorganized child for a good portion of his life, he was a boy after all, but with certain takes of traumatic events, his ways of living change. He liked to kill time by rearranging his collections, managing note-taking, organizing books, and so on.
And Penelope Silverthorn found that so attractive.
Sebastian's hands pressed onto the bed's thrown cover, his weight leaned in heavily and he knew it was going to create prints on the blanket as they stayed on each of Penelope's sides.
Penelope's hands stayed behind her back, her hands also sinking in too, but she was more distracted by how soft the blankets were, and how good they smelled. Oh, to lay down and just —
"What is it?" Sebastian asked, noticing the loss of thoughts in her eyes.
Penelope felt caught in the admiration of blankets, but her glowy eyes rolled around the bedroom and a dry breath came out while she glanced back at him.
"You're a very organized man," She admitted in honesty.
Sebastian expected many things to come out of Penelope's mouth, but not a compliment for his organization.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile while looking to the side, watching his delicate space. "You think so?"
Penelope nodded but felt the bed lift as Sebastian's hands no longer pressed on the blankets and removed from her sight.
