More Than a Solution [S. Sallow x Reader]

Chapter 2

"You think you're the ones to get me out of this hellhole?" Edwards laughed. "Let me hear this grand plan of yours, then."

Garreth raised a hand, gaining her attention. "I'm not sure we're surrounded by the proper company for this conversation."

She scoffed in reply. "If you don't start talking fast, I'm walking away and I'll be taking that glowing container with me."

"Garreth, grab the container and meet us back at the flat." Sebastian paid little mind to either of their complaints. "I'm not losing this lead."

"Hey!" Edwards cried out as Sebastian grabbed her arm roughly.

Her world rapidly spun within seconds, though the sensation wasn't unfamiliar. Being squeezed on every side was far from comfortable, but she could almost hear reassuring words from someone she thought might be a loved one.

They landed harshly in a dark apartment save for a freshly lit fireplace. Edwards stumbled to her knees still a little dizzy from the lack of motion. When Garreth offered her a hand, she took it gratefully and he led her to the sole chair in the room.

"I'm surprised she didn't puke... Normally muggles do that after apparition." Garreth loudly whispered to Sebastian. "Maybe she doesn't have anything in her stomach to hurl."

"You didn't pay for that whiskey, did you!?" She asked pointedly toward Sebastian.

"That's what you have to say after apparating across town!?" Sebastian threw back.

"Well, the feeling wasn't completely foreign... For some reason, I associate it with visiting my grandmother." She shook her head. "Crazy right? I haven't visited any grandmother to my knowledge. I've had amnesia since I was a child, or at least that's what the nurses told me. With no memory of my family, they gave me a common name and sent me off."

"You never did tell us your name," Garreth said.

"I don't really like the one they gave me. Everyone tends to call me by my last name, Edwards, or nicknames they come up with. When I find my family, I'm sure that my real name will just fall into place... Why am I here?"

Sebastian hummed in contemplation.

"I know that hum. You've got something up your sleeve, don't you, Seb?" Garreth asked.

He shrugged. "Maybe. Did you ever hear the rumors of a family of ancient magic seers?"

"Sure, but those were just kids' stories. The stuff you'd hear to dispel the ideas of goblin rebellions."

Edwards furrowed her brow. "Goblins?"

"Not necessarily." Sebastian began to pace with the churning of his thoughts, ignoring the interruption. The other two watched him closely. "My parents spoke of a family, the Fitzgeralds, whose most recent descendants were curse breakers that could see ancient magic. Their lineage had an abnormal amount of connections to ancient magic."

"Ancient magic users don't just grow on trees, Sebastian," Garreth said with a sigh, watching his friend continue to pace. He then turned back to Edwards. "What can you remember about your life?"

She looked down toward her fingers, fiddling with them. "Not much. I was found completely drained of energy outside of a hospital and a nurse headed in for her shift took me in for examination. I passed out from exhaustion and when I woke up again, everything I had known was gone... I couldn't even remember how I had gotten to the hospital to begin with."

Sebastian stopped pacing.

"I spent the rest of my childhood in an orphanage before they sacked me and I had to fend for myself on the streets." She eyed both men before her. "It looks like you've known a thing or two about that."