All The Magic We Made (Sebastian Sallow x Fem!OC)

Rooftop Shenanigans

By the time I've made my rounds, I've dropped off a basket to the Gryffindors having yet another party (a small one this time), a few Slytherins playing a raging game of Uno in their common room, and drop off the last basket on the centre table of the Hufflepuff common room for my house mates to find in the morning.

Oddly, I still don't feel tired at all. So I take the bag of pastries with me up a little entryway to one of the roofs of the school that I discovered a while ago.

I hug my hoodie close to my skin, shivering a little in the night air up in the Scottish Highlands. It's a nice chill, though, the type that you quickly get used to. I walk across the roof, careful not to slip or stumble, trying to find a nice place to sit. The stars are gorgeous tonight, clear and bright. Even the Milky Way is visible from here.

There is a figure sitting at the other end of the roof, taking me by surprise. Upon closer inspection, I realize that they look familiar. 

I approach quietly, taking a seat next to Sebastian. He seems to snap out of a daze, looking over to me in surprise.

"Hey," I say quietly.

"Hey yourself," he responds. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," I laugh.

He smiles a little. "Fair enough." He tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "You wear glasses?"

"Uh, yeah," I say, subconsciously pushing them up my face. I always forget about them when I wear them.

"Since when?" he asks incredulously.

"I don't know, since a year ago?" I say. "I kind of need them to see, ya know."

He snorts. "Nerd." I shove him--not hard enough to send him toppling down the roof, no need for concern. But it is enough to make him let out an unfiltered laugh. "How are you able to see where you're going without them?"

"I wear contacts most of the time."

"You wear what now?"

"Contacts," I repeat. "They're like little tiny half-sphere glasses that you stick on your eyeball."

"Damn." He nods reflectively. "The more you know. I swear there are a hundred things left to be discovered about you."

"Again, I could say the same," I laugh, holding out my bag of pastries. "Want a pastry?"

Sebastian peers in the bag. "How many did you make, twenty? You made twenty pastries?"

"Close," I say. "Four hundred."

"I beg your finest pardon." 

"I was baking in the kitchens and used the wrong type of flour. A magical multiplying one," I explain as he takes a pastry. "I just finished going around the castle and dropping off baskets of them to the other houses."

"I wouldn't even be mad about getting four hundred of these," he says as he takes a bite. "These are fantastic."

"Fantastic enough to eat all four hundred before they go bad?"

He grins. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

We sit in silence for a moment, looking up at the stars. They truly are breathtaking, little twinkling lights amongst a sea of darkness.

"The stars are gorgeous up here," I say. "I never get this clear of a view back home."

"And home for you is where, exactly?"

"B.C. Canada." I smile at him.

"Yet another thing I didn't know about you," Sebastian says.

"I have an idea—we'll play a game."

"What kind of game?"

"The question game," I say grandly.

He feigns shock. "Does it by chance have to do with...questions?"

"You are right, good sir!" I laugh. "We ask each other questions back and forth, and we must answer any question truthfully. I do hope that wasn't too complex."

"I don't know, you might have to give me a moment to process the nuances and layers of the game..." he grins.

"I'll go first," I say, shifting my position so I'm facing him fully. "Sebastian Sallow, where is home for you?"

"Hogwarts," he says simply. "But if you're asking about my literal home, that's in Feldcroft. My turn?"

I nod. "Your turn."

"Isla Andrysiak, when did you discover your love for clear blue skies?"

I can't help but beam at that. He remembered. "I was thirteen, I think. I realized that waking up and opening the curtains to a bright blue sky always made the day magical. My turn?"

"Your turn."

"Best memory?"

"Christmas morning with my parents and sister. I was six years old. What fascinates you most?"

"The secrets of the universe. Favourite food?"

"Apple sauce. Favourite colour?"

"Yellow. But not neon road sign yellow, like an aesthetic, soft yellow."

He snorts. "How fitting."

"Oh come on, that was my favourite way before I got sorted, okay?" I protest. "What's yours, anyway?"

He pauses, then smiles and shakes his head. "Green."

"HA!"

"Hush, you." He rolls his eyes, but there's a slight uptick to his lips that I don't miss. "It's my turn. Middle name?"

"Love," I say, grinning at the skeptical expression on his face. "I'm serious! That's my legal middle name."

"Isla Love Andrysiak," he says, testing out the name on his tongue. "Huh. Something a little different than what you hear everyday, yeah, Loves?"

I laugh. "Loves?"

"Loves," he confirms. "That's your name, no?"

"Technically it's Love," I say.

"'Loves' has a better ring to it, I think."

He's right; it does. The little mansplainer.

"What's your middle name?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Mm, no," he says. "Next question."

"Hey, you can't do that!"

"I am utilizing my pass card."

"No such thing," I complain.

"There is now," he says. "Next question."

"Come onn," I press. "It can't be that bad! I told you mine, now you tell me yours."

"Nope."

"Please?"

He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands while he mumbles something under his breath. I lean closer, grinning. "What was that?"

"Fucking hell," he groans. "It's Fitzherbert, alright?"

I need to make a conscious effort not to laugh, pressing my lips tightly together and nodding solemnly. "A dignified and respectable name."

"Go on, you can laugh," he sighs.

"I don't have to. Why would I laugh?" I say, very much stifling my laughter.

"Next question. Now, please," he practically begs.

"It's your turn," I snicker.

He lets out a breathy laugh, running his fingers through his hair. "I see you around the library a lot. Favourite book?"

"All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven," I say without hesitation.

"Never heard of it," Sebastian says. "What's so good about that one?"

"Oh my God, you definitely don't want to get me started."

"I do, actually." He smiles as he glances at me from the corner of his eye. "By all means, get started."