Will two enemies ever put aside their differences and solve the mystery plaguing Hogwarts, and perhaps, the one in their hearts? Only time will tell.
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43 | 'Meet me in the meadow'
Sebastian Sallow
The very next day, the summer sun shone just as bright when Sebastian left the vacant Feldcroft cottage. His sister and uncle had gone to St. Mungos and was told to wait for them, but he wasn't going to stay inside the home all alone. He had to do anything to keep the pessimism from stretching too far and cloaking his world.
And it began with meeting Belle.
Upholding his promise, Sebastian arrived at the meadow at the same time he'd met her yesterday. Her perfume had lingered by his side when he left, for so long that he had tattooed it into his mind all into his dreamscapes. Such a sweet taste that he could still smell it even when she wasn't in his vision yet.
Vanilla.
It reminded him of fireside moments and warm conversations in the middle of a winter storm. Something he used to have with his family. Was he seeking for something to tie him back to that? Was that why he'd been so enamoured by her? It was a puzzle he dared to solve with their every meeting.
But when she arrived that day, all was forgotten. And the next day after that, and the next and next. She was a delight to be with. Ever the curious girl she was, asking him questions about the region and all that he knew that she didn't.
Belle was sitting beside him in the meadow, pink lace dress tucked underneath and picking at the daisies on the grass when she'd asked, "What's it like growing up around here?"
"Well..." Sebastian put his book down, and turned his full attention on her, bringing himself to sit up and cross his legs in front. They had been enjoying comfortable silence for about five minutes, which was quite the record because she was more of a talker than he would have ever thought. Not that he was complaining. He adored it. "Honestly, I didn't grow up here as much as I did in our old home."
"Hold on, you didn't grow up here?"
He sighed. "Not entirely. My twin sister and I didn't move to Feldcroft until we were nine."
