Under Your Scars || Sebastian Sallow x MC

Chapter 40 - Detention

Sebastian POV

Cold air nipped at my skin as I shuffled down the stone steps, descending deeper and deeper into the castle. I clutched my satchel to my chest, as if it were holding me together. It kept my insides from spilling out through the imaginary knife wound in my chest. It was the precariously placed brick in the wall of my psyche that kept me from collapsing.

Being in a room with her was even more torturous than I anticipated. It must have been difficult for her as well, seeing as how she darted immediately once class was over. I thought we had both done a decent job staying professional. My years of practice at rational detachment in the Auror field served me well, despite her very presence twisting the invisible knife in my chest.

I wondered if I should inform her that she was no longer obligated to assist with my classes. She did not need her cover anymore. She found her Ancient Magic wielder and had her set on a path to complete her trials. She wouldn't need to torment herself daily by teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts with her former lover. Perhaps excusing her from teaching would allow her more time to train Rose up before she left.

A loud creak echoed through the corridor as I shouldered my way into the Detention Chamber. The light from the corridor streamed into the room, accenting the dust hanging in the air. The desks and old caldrons were also covered with a layer of dust from months of nonuse. I had been fortunate not to facilitate detention in that room since the past spring. Much to my chagrin, I was about to start spending much more time in there.

I unpacked the contents of my satchel onto the desk, grumbling my annoyance at having to be down there at all. I had practically begged Weasley to allow me to facilitate detention in my classroom, but the Headmistress insisted that the discomfort of the dungeon would be appropriate punishment for the group joining me that evening. From her own house, no less.

While a beautiful brunette slept in my arms on Sunday evening, twenty-eight students earned detention by throwing a party that spiraled out of control. Nearly every seventh-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had been implicated, and Gryffindor tower was in ruins.

The Fat Lady portrait was torn from the wall and hidden somewhere else in the castle. Gryffindor tower remained exposed and unguarded, since none of the drunken fools could remember where they put her. 

Someone set off a dungbomb in one of the Gryffindor boys' toilets, leaving the plumbing destroyed and the lavatory looking and smelling like the River Thames.

A group of Hufflepuffs got so drunk they forgot their stupid secret barrel knock to their common room and flooded the cellar in vinegar.

It was a record-breaking party in the worst of ways. All-in-all, ten students were in the infirmary; Nine for alcohol poisoning, and one first-year that they convinced to drink Gillyweed Tonic before throwing him into the Black Lake. 

In November.

Sure, he could breathe underwater, but that did not protect him from hypothermia.

The bloody idiots. I would never allow such a thing to happen in Slytherin House.

It was also set to be one of the largest detention groups on record. It would be second only to the infamous Debauchery of 1494, when Firewhisky first arrived in Scotland. 

Students not actively recovering in the hospital wing would serve detention from 3 pm – 7 pm, every evening for a month. It was still undetermined whether or not they would be barred from attending the Yule Ball in December.