Sebastian Sallow Fucking Sucks

Chapter Fourteen

[Author's Note]

Ah yes, the world is ending *glances at politics*. So I've decided to sink deeper into the brain rot to cope.
So this chapter really got completely out of control. I know I was just bitching that I wouldn't be posting super long chapters anymore, but *motions to chapter.* I don't have the heart to break this one up. It's both stupid and, dare I say, emotionally nauseating at the same time. I'm just going to put myself on the record admitting I wasn't expecting Seb to do....that lol. Ended up having to take a lap to cool off lololol.
You'll see😏

I also come bearing useless information!!
Here are some songs that remind me of our dear demented Sebby:
*The Devil in Decisions by Hands Like Houses
*Relic by Awaken I Am (ironically named)
*Feeding the Gods by Wind Walkers - one of my fav songs this year

Also some specific songs I've been playing nonstop as I've dealt with this monstrous chapter:
*Lose Control by Teddy Swims (BUT more specifically the alt/metal version by Shallowsky)
*Chasing Shadows by Zero 9:36
*Ballerina by VOILÀ and The Word Alive -literally cannot stop listening to this

Anddddddd here is the angst I promised. Don't be mad at me lol.

Sam had insisted on drugging me with a sleeping draught after I'd rambled that Sebastian would break into our dorms. It felt more like being clubbed over the head. All I dreamed of were bloody snarling fangs, of little blue books weeping tears of firewhisky, and curses that lunged like boggarts from the shadows.

I'd awoken from a particularly horrid dream that I was an animagus being fed over Ashwinder flames when the sun flickered across the star-studded ceiling.

About ten different envelopes fell from my chest and around my head, my window still open so the frigid draft swirled inside. I grabbed one, squinting at the frantic penmanship when my stomach dropped at the sender.

"Sebastian Sallow."

I grabbed the stack.

"Sebastian."

"Sallow."

"Seb."

"S.S."

"ANSWER ME YOU DEMON SPAWN."

"I'm sorry."

"NO I'M NOT. ANSWER ME."

I kicked them off my bed. "Demon spawn?"

I was doomed, wasn't I? I'd dangled the possibility of a lead on his sister's curse and then fled from Hogwarts' Most Obsessive Student.

"Sam?" I called, but when no answer came from her bed, I plopped back against my pillow.

A note fluttered down from the headboard.

Samantha's handwriting sparkled, arrows frantically pulsing at "DON'T BE LATE FOR POTIONS!!!"

And I'm late for potions.

I scrambled out of bed, fighting on my uniform, and nearly fell down the stairs on my sprint over.

I was wheezing by the time I arrived, gulping down the harsh edges of pewter and ash, and a mixture of nauseating ingredients bitter, earthy, and sweet.

"Kind of you to join us." Sharp didn't look up from his notes as I slunk to my station.

"Sorry," I mumbled.