Do we make sense? I think we do
In spite of everything that we've been through
Oh, when you say black and I say white
It's not about who's wrong
As long as it feels right
Don't think those stars won't align
Under Your Scars
-Godsmack
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Sebastian POV
The first of December brought the first snowfall of the season in the Hogwarts valley. Mr. Moon and the army of house-elves worked ardently to decorate the castle with hundreds of wreaths, trees, baubles, and garlands. Before long, the castle was more greenery than stone.
Cheerful laughter echoed in the halls, despite the impending doom of end-of-term exams. Students spent every free period having snowball fights in the courtyards, building snowmen, or asking one another to the Yule Ball in increasingly extravagant ways.
Not that I had the chance to enjoy much of it.
The frigid air outside the castle walls only compounded the chill in the air of the Undercroft. It was where I spent most of my evenings, doing my trials before joining Juliette in her Room. It was getting increasingly difficult to hide my pursuits from Juliette, and I was growing desperate to prove something to myself.
The first attempt was agonizing, but the trials became increasingly easy to tolerate with each attempt. By the fourth day, I could subject myself to them repeatedly with hardly a tear shed.
The theories were confirmed after the eighth day, when I noticed the benefits extending beyond the walls of the Undercroft.
I was no longer reaching for my wand at every errant bump in the night. I could cast my Patronus with ease, something that had daunted me since Cal's death. I even went to bed without a potion and awoke on the other side without having relived the worst moments of my life on repeat through the night.
Above all else, I could breathe.
Not breathe, in the physical sense. Though, I did notice a considerable lack of chest tightness. My mind could breathe. I could approach each day at-peace, without dreading what would happen next. It was making me a better professor, more available to my students as I spent less time locked away in my office and more time strolling about the grounds with Juliette.
Perhaps the greatest benefit of all was that I could love Juliette better.
By the twelfth day, I knew it was time. It was safe enough to bring Juliette behind the curtain.
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"You're joking," she declared as she folded her arms over her chest, accentuating her perfect breasts. They nearly distracted me from my mission.
What was I joking about again?
Oh, right.
"Why would I joke about this, love?" I asked rhetorically as I spread my research on every flat surface I could find in her office. I displayed every piece of evidence that held the key to eliminating her Ancient Magic ebullitions.
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Under Your Scars || Sebastian Sallow x MC
Fanfiction"The professor and I froze, unable to move or speak yet sharing a solemn understanding. We discovered something we did not even realize we were searching for: An Ancient Magic wielder." Eight years after the events of the repository, Sebastian Sallo...
