Séance Hardesty

27 | Just an arachnid-obsessed Slytherin here to write and read posts about Hogwarts Legacy/the characters as adults. Feel free to message me with story requests/plot ideas. :)

[nightxwitch]

Stairs

Credit: The idea of Sebastian trying to climb the stairs to the female dorms while arguing with his romantic interest only to fall on his ass was from @kirke-is-my-name, who kindly gave me permission to write about it. ♥

The characters (other than my OC), places, and spells are all from Hogwarts Legacy.

All main characters have been aged up to 20 years old, since I’m an adult and don’t feel comfortable writing romance about teenagers. This is somewhat of a love triangle situation between Sebastian/my OC Séance/Ominis but will ultimately lead to Séance/Sebastian. Feel free to imagine yourself as the love interest, I don’t mind, I simply don’t like writing “y/n” stories as much. :) I also posted this on Fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link if you'd like to read it there:

Some parts are in Sebastian’s POV, some parts are from Séance’s POV. I do hope you enjoy despite the fact that I wrote this all in one sitting! ^~^

Word count: 4,616

Rating: T for a bit of cursing and sensual references.

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Séance’s POV

“Séance, do you have a moment?” Ominis asked, catching up to me as I exited Professor Hecat’s classroom.

“Of course, what can I do for you, Ominis?” I replied, making a beeline for the edge of the hallway so others would pass us by.

Ominis shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and he adjusted the collar to his robe. “I was wondering- well, I just wanted to ask if you would like to join me at The Three Broomsticks this Friday after classes.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agreed, “will Sebastian be joining us as well?” Sebastian almost always accompanied us when we went to The Three Broomsticks, and on the rare occasion he didn’t, Natty, Imelda, or Poppy had tagged along.

“Not this time…I thought it could just be you and I this trip.” His cheeks appeared a bit flushed, but I attributed that to his rush to grab my attention after class.

“Well, that sounds just fine to me. I’ve got to stop by Tomes and Scrolls anyhow, so perhaps I’ll do so afterward.”

“It’s a plan then.” Ominis replied, a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll see you in final period.” He added before waving and heading off toward his next class.

I turned to make my way to the Herbology corridor.

-

Sebastian welcomed me with a grin and a quick wave of his hand as I entered the classroom, walking to my potting station adjacent to his.

“Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“I’m excited for my next Crossed Wands duel. I’ve been practicing and I’m going to destroy Imelda.” The brunette chuckled, before glancing my way. “How are you? You’ll be there, right? This Friday afternoon.”

I froze, feeling guilty already. I hadn’t missed one of Sebastian’s duels yet, just as he hadn’t missed any of mine. “I’m so sorry Sebastian, I’m afraid I’ve already made plans Friday. I had no idea you were scheduled to duel.”

“Oh,” He replied, a disappointed expression on his face, “It’s alright, I understand. I guess I can’t expect you to be at all of them.”

“Maybe I can reschedule,” I began.

“That’s not necessary, Séance. If you’ve already made plans, then you should see them through.” He insisted.

“Alright then,” I replied uncertainly.

Professor Garlick then began rattling off information about the amazing Venomous Tentacula and its different properties, informing us that the plant could even be utilized in certain potions.

-

Sebastian’s POV

The remainder of the day passed, and I found myself simmering for most of it. I couldn’t figure out why, given that Séance had only made plans because she hadn’t been aware of my scheduled duel. Regardless, she had every right not to come. She had no obligation to me. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I still couldn’t help the way that I felt, even if my feelings weren’t justifiable.

I dragged myself to the male Slytherin dorms, dropping my bag to the ground with a loud thud. I defeatedly slumped onto my bed face-first, groaning.

“You seem to be in quite a mood.” Ominis said cheerily from his bed next to mine, and I jumped at the surprise of his company.

“Ominis! I didn’t know you were there.” I replied, rolling onto my back.

“Forgive me, I’d simply assumed that the person whose eyes worked would have seen me when he came in.” He quipped, chuckling.

I sighed, annoyed, even though I knew I’d usually have found humor in the situation and Ominis’ joke.

Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his face in my general direction. “Alright, what’s wrong? You’re usually mercurial but this is a new level of sulking, even for you.”

I groaned in irritation and waved him off even though he wouldn’t see it. “I don’t want to discuss it. Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so nauseatingly cheerful?”

Ominis grinned once again at the subject, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “If you must know, I’ve got a date this Friday.”

“A date? With whom?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Friday was the day Séance had told me she had plans.

I mentally reassured myself that it couldn’t be her, because she’d given no implication that she was romantically interested in Ominis. In fact, she hadn’t seemed to take particular interest in anyone as of yet.

“With Séance. I asked her today after Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ominis’ cheeks reddened and he continued to smile, evidently unable to wipe the dopey look off his face.

“That can’t be right, Séance doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.” I pointed out. Many men, and even some women, in our school had tried. She’d turned them all down, albeit gently. “And why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her?”

“I suppose the right person just hadn’t asked her yet.” Ominis shrugged. “And I didn’t want to say anything until there was something to tell. Now there is.”

“You can’t date her!” I blurted out before clamping my mouth shut, resting my face in my palm.

“And why not?” Ominis replied defensively. His glare missed me by a couple feet, but I got the message.

“B-Because, it’ll ruin our friend group.” I said, scrambling for an excuse. Even to my own ears, it fell flat. “Besides, are you sure she even knows it’s a date? Did you explicitly ask her on a date?”

 “Sebastian, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Ominis crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d be happy for me. And no, I didn’t say ‘Hey Séance, will you go on a date with me?’, but I did ask her to accompany me to The Three Broomsticks. When she asked if you were coming, I told her I would like for it to just be the two of us. I don’t feel I could have made it much more obvious that I was asking her on a date.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?!” I asked incredulously, despite absolutely feeling jealous.

“Because I know you used to like her, but that was years ago. I’d thought you had moved past those feelings.” Ominis countered, still looking indignant. “Apparently I was incorrect.”

“So I might have had some feelings when we first became friends, but that was so long ago! Things are different now.” As I spoke the words, I could feel that they were a lie.

“What stopped you from acting on those feelings back at the start, then?” Ominis asked. “You must not have liked her much if you didn’t bother making a move. That’s never been an issue for you with other women.” He pointed out.

“Because I liked Séance too much. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or destroy the group dynamic we have. I’m not great with women, I knew I’d fuck it up somehow, so I let it go.” I admitted.

“Did you? Let it go, I mean? Because it sure doesn’t sound like you ‘let it go’.” Ominis pursed his lips skeptically.

“I thought I had.” I admitted quietly. “But now I don’t know how I feel.”

“Well, you better figure it out, Sebastian.” Ominis said coldly. “Because I don’t want things to progress with Séance unless I know there’s nothing between you two on her end. You need to settle this.”

“How can you even like her?” I asked cynically.

“What kind of a question is that?” Ominis retorted. “You know how because you like her, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You were vehemently against me using Dark Magic and were furious when I learned the Unforgivable Curses. How can you now seek the hand of someone who uses those very same Curses?”

Ominis was quiet for a moment, pondering this. “It bothered me too much at first,” He conceded, “But I’ve known her for so long now. She only uses those spells to protect and help others.”

“That’s the same reason I started learning them!” I exclaimed frustratedly.

Ominis sighed defeatedly. “I’m aware, Sebastian. I stopped raking you over the coals for that ages ago. Where is this coming from? You know you’re not going to talk me out of having feelings for her, right?”

I took a deep breath as well. “I know…” Standing up, I grabbed my book-bag off of the floor where I’d dumped it earlier. “I’m going to the library to study.” I told him dryly.

-

Séance’s POV

Ominis sat next to me in Defence Against the Dark Arts as usual, but he looked much more perturbed than he typically did. 

“Is everything alright today, Ominis?” I asked him, whispering since we were supposed to be listening to Professor Hecat.

He continued looking forward but tilted his head toward me to hear more clearly. “I’m okay, but I think you need to speak to Sebastian.” Ominis murmured back, frowning.

My brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?” I asked him.

“I’ll not say more, you two need to have a discussion.”

And he stayed true to that sentiment, refusing to elaborate when I attempted to get him to throughout the class. The bells rang and the nervousness fluttering in my stomach became a full-on swarm as I made my way to Herbology class, knowing I’d see Sebastian there. I wondered why Ominis had said I needed to speak to him, and whether it was about something bad. Had I done something wrong, or was he still unhappy about me missing his duel?

I entered the Herbology room, my glance nervously flicking toward Sebastian. He was already seated, and even as I sat next to him, he refused to look at me.

“Hi, Sebastian…” I greeted him awkwardly.

“Séance.” He replied curtly.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to level with him.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” He replied flatly, still refusing to glance in my direction.

“Ominis told me I needed to speak with you. He wouldn’t say anything more than that.”

Sebastian laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did he now?”

“Okay seriously, Sebastian-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“We should pay attention to Professor Garlick.” He stated dismissively, turning his gaze toward the red-haired woman.

My brow pinched in concern, and I frowned, “That’s a first” I muttered.

Sebastian never had an issue ignoring teachers in favor of chatting with me before. It was clear he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. After all, I’d offered to postpone my plans and he had declined. I didn’t feel I'd earned his ire at all. Then again, he was known to have a temper sometimes. I decided to shrug it off and assumed things would improve on their own. If he didn’t start acting normal by the end of the day, then I’d bring the matter to his attention again.

The rest of class passed without incident, but also without Sebastian so much as looking at me. As the bells chimed to signify the end of the period, Sebastian turned to leave but I gently grasped his forearm to stop him.

“Sebastian, aren’t we walking to the next class together?” I inquired. We had every other day, given that we shared the same final period, where we’d join Ominis as well.

“I’ve got something I need to do before going to class.” He informed me shortly, pulling his arm away and heading off.

I sighed, gathering my belongings, and walked toward Professor Sharp’s classroom for final period.

“Who put a broomstick in his ass?” Imelda asked, watching Sebastian’s back as he hurried off.

“I don’t know. I must have done something to anger him.” I shrugged, looking over at her.

 “Can’t imagine what.” She said, smirking as if she knew something more than I did.

I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Not much more than you do.” She replied, gesturing for me to enter Professor Sharp’s class ahead of her. I found Sebastian already seated. I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. He clearly lied about not being able to walk to class with me since he was here before me. I decided not to sit next to him and Ominis, and instead choose a station next to Imelda.

“So, you’re avoiding Sebastian now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Here I thought he was the one avoiding you.”

“Things are weird with him right now and I don’t know why.” I muttered, disgruntled. “I thought I should give him space until I figure it out.”

“I’ve an idea.” She smirked at me; a knowing glance shot my way.

“You do? What is it, then?”

“It’s because of your date with Ominis, of course.” She informed me flippantly with a wave of her hand.

I froze, squinting at her. “My what?”

She looked at me, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed “I heard him ask you out yesterday in the hallway. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about it. I don’t care enough to anyway.”

My eye twitched as the synopses in my brain misfired. “I…I’m not going on a date with Ominis. He only asked me to The Three Broomsticks. We always go there together.”

“Alone?” She asked, putting an emphasis on the word.

I gaped at her in silence for a moment. “Well, no…”

“That’s what I thought.” Imelda made her point, tugging at the base of her top to adjust it.

“But why would Sebastian be treating me differently because of that?” I asked.

Imelda looked at me like I was a dolt and opened her mouth to answer, but Professor Black interrupted from right behind us.

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting your social hour with my boring instruction. Shall I wait for your gossip about Mr. Sallow to conclude before I continue?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Both of us blushed, embarrassed at being confronted in front of the whole class. I knew my face was beet-red. Each of us muttered an apology.

“Ah, excellent.” Professor Sharp said and then retreated, continuing to teach. I couldn’t pay attention, more focused on Sebastian across the room and my thoughts of the situation at hand. I kept looking his way to see if he had a reaction to what our professor had said in front of the class. He met my stare a couple times, holding it for a few seconds, his face devoid of expression, before looking elsewhere.

‘That’s enough.’, I decided, ‘I’m talking to him after class’.

I had my supplies packed up before the bells even rang and sprang up the second I heard the first notes ring out. I saw Sebastian rushing to escape the classroom ahead of me, but I had been prepared for this and caught up to him.

“That’s it, you’re talking to me right now.” I commanded him authoritatively, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him back once we were far enough down the hallway.

With my hand on his arm, I could feel muscle that his robes hid well. In the last few years, he’d grown up quite a lot. He was now at least six inches taller than my 5’7 height, and I had to look upward to view his face. It was unlike when we first met, and our heights had only been centimeters apart. My hand, fully stretched, still didn’t even cover half of his bicep as I held onto it.

He turned to me, and his eyes flicked to mine, cold and dark. “Oh, am I?” He asked derisively, tearing his arm from my grasp. “And why should I do that?”

I blinked, caught off guard by this reaction. “Because we’re supposed to be friends.” I answered, desperately trying to figure out why he’d be this infuriated.

“Friends?” Sebastian repeated, his posture relaxing deceptively as he raked his hand through his messy brown hair. “I don’t think so.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice wavering slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked hollowly.

“A friend wouldn’t ditch me to go on a date with someone who’s like a brother to me!” His anger exploded again, and he paced back and forth, continuing to muss up his hair and make it even more wild.

“Sebastian…” I said softly, “I had no idea it was a date; you have to believe me.”

“Yeah, right!” He spat back, “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” He stormed off, and I followed right on his heels.

I called after him several times, trailing him all the way to the dorms before he finally stopped to turn around.

“What do you want?!” He yelled; expression twisted in fury. “I don’t want to talk to you! I’m done with this, stop pestering me!”

I glared at Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. Stepping closer to him, I looked up at his enraged face.

“You’re really this petty? You’re going to end a four-year friendship over a misunderstanding? You have no right to treat me this way! Even if I wanted to go on dates, I could, Sallow. You don’t own me. You are so out of line it’s unbelievable.” I shouted, tears of frustration brimming my eyes. “I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian. Years, and you never did. I’ve turned down everyone else who asked in the pathetic hope that you might throw me a scrap of romantic attention. Meanwhile, I’ve had to stand by and watch you date a new woman every other month. So, you don’t get to do this. I’m the one who’s done.” I poked his chest, hard. “I’m done talking to you. And believe me when I say I’m done being friends with you, too.” I added, my voice trembling.

I turned and ran up the stairs to the female Slytherin dorm rooms, finally letting the tears fall onto my cheeks now that he could no longer see me.

-

Sebastian’s POV

“I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian.”

The words repeated themselves in my head several times before they fully registered. Why was I such an idiot? Why did I say I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

“I’m done being friends with you, too.”

My jaw finally shut, and I sprung into action.

“Séance, get back here! We’re not finished with this conversation!” I shouted after her, still clinging to my anger as I sprinted up the stairs.

Only, there were no stairs. It became a flat, slippery ramp and I stumbled back, sliding downward and finally landing on my ass. I grunted at the brunt of the fall, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. If that wasn’t a lesson in humility, I didn’t know what was.

“Impressive,” Imelda said wryly. “That’ll win her over for sure.”

She smirked at me, and I could tell she was holding back laughter. How gracious of her. I stood up again, my fists clenched.

“Will you please get Séance to come down here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why should I?” Imelda asked, that familiar judgmental tone in her voice. “It seems you’ve done enough already. You really messed this one up.”

“Please, Imelda, I’m begging you.” I stared at her, my expression hard and serious.

“Hmm…Alright. But only because you begged. I like Séance. I think she’ll be able to keep you in line. Someone has to.” She gave me an up-and-down glance then disappeared up the staircase.

I paced back and forth, awaiting Séance’s return at the bottom, our conversation on replay in my mind.

-

Séance’s POV

Imelda approached me, and I knew I looked like a full-on lunatic. I had tears running down my cheeks from when I was upset only a minute ago, but now I was also stifling laughter after what I’d just witnessed. Sebastian, fully in his rage-mode, getting dumped onto his ass by a magic staircase. I started chuckling all over again. There were too many emotions brewing within me. Embarrassment that I’d finally admitted my feelings for him, fear over what the things that had transpired between us would mean and how things would change moving forward, anger that he was treating me so poorly, helplessness over the entire situation, hurt that he tried to end our friendship over nothing, and humor over the staircase situation. I laughed again as I thought of it.

“I see you watched Sebastian’s staircase debacle.” Imelda said, a mirthful smile playing on her lips.

I smirked back at her. “It was quite a finale to a hellish display.”

She gave a bark of a laugh, then sat next to me on my bed, touching my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I looked over at her, noticing for the hundredth time how pretty she was. For all her snark, surface-level narcissism, and detached demeanor, she was quite wonderful once you got to know her.

“Yes, Imelda, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She said, leaning further on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her. “Well, that and…”

“And what?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to take the edge off my headache. “What did Sebastian say to you?”

“He really wants you to go back down and talk to him. He literally begged me to come get you. As much as I usually love seeing a cocky, delusional man resort to begging, I did actually feel a bit bad for him.” She bit her index finger, looking off into the distance as she thought about it. “You are quite something to lose.”

“You should have heard the way he was talking to me, Imelda.” I refuted. “But thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.”

“I did hear him. Well, most of what he said, anyway. There’s a lot of passion in that man.” She grinned over at me. “That kind of passion transfers well into other areas, if you catch my meaning.”

I laughed a bit and then sighed, shaking my head. “Only you, Imelda.”

I blushed upon pondering what she’d said. Sebastian was nothing if not passionate.

“There is no one like me.” She remarked, her hand flat under her face to frame it and exaggerate her statement. “So, are you going to go talk to him?”

I groaned, tilting my head, and glanced toward her. “Should I?”

“I’ve got to say, I’m rooting for him. He’s got fire, that one. Men without fire are so boring.” She snickered. “Besides, you’re obviously mad for each other.”

My face reddened again as I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn’t. “How do you know?”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, throwing her hand to the side in front of her. “For one, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife. The way he looks at you- it’s like he’s a starving wolf and you’re a giant steak dinner.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at her exaggeration.

“On a more serious note, I’ve observed both of you the last few years and you’re always taking care of each other. He’s loved you for a long time. Why do you think he dumps the girls he dates before things get too serious with them? Besides, even when others turned their backs on him, you never did. Why start now?”

Her last sentence rang in my ears, and I looked at her, shocked.

“What?! I do say something profound every once in a while.” She said defensively, raising her eyebrow at me. “What are you still doing here? Go, go. Get your man.” She shooed me away like a pet who was begging at mealtime.

“Alright.” I said, standing up. “And Imelda? Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved me off as I left the room.  

I silently made my way down the staircase, unsure if Sebastian would even still be waiting after so long. He was. I found him seated at the bottom of the stairs, against the opposite wall. His knees were bent, his elbows resting on them, and his long fingers wound through his hair. I could tell just by a glance that he was horribly upset. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Sebastian,” I said gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, the words flat. It was obvious he was beating himself up over it all. “For everything. I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned forward and took his hands, gently untangling them from his hair and holding them in my own. His stayed limp and pliant.

“Look at me.” I requested, squeezing his hands in mine.

He slowly turned his face upward, meeting my gaze. His irises were dark and murky, his cheeks and eyes rouged. I could tell he had shed at least a few tears. My throat felt tight at the realization, and my eyes began to water. Sebastian had cried because of me.

“I’m sorry, too.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it either.”

He shut his eyes and shook his head for a moment before staring back into mine.

“For what?” He asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who started everything. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I’m jealous.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never would have agreed to go with Ominis if I’d known he looked at it that way. You know that.”

“I know…” Sebastian admitted, his brow furrowed as he leaned his head back to rest against the cool stone of the wall. He seemed to have no energy left in him. “But jealousy obviously isn't the most logical of emotions.”

“Why are you jealous?” I asked, wanting to know the extent of how he felt.

His head lulled forward, and he gazed up at me with an obvious expression, his brows lifted emphatically. “You know why.”

I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re really going to make me-”

In one quick movement, he’d leaned forward, simultaneously pulling my hands so I fell closer to him. His full lips claimed mine and he freed one of my hands, his interlacing itself in my hair as he held my head to his own. He pulled back an inch, and I felt his breath against my lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to be friends anymore because I want to be much more than that.”

My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been waiting to hear those words, or any words like them, from him for so long. I leaned forward, kissing him once again. He reached around me and pulled my legs apart, tugging me onto his lap to straddle him as he deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, his thighs supporting my backside. His tongue danced with mine and I moaned softly against his kiss, my hands entangled in his hair. He gently bit my lip, one hand reaching around to grab my ass and hold me closer to him while the other remained cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” I said so softly it was almost a whisper.

His coffee-black eyes flicked up and down my face, taking in every inch of it. He breath came and went quickly, and I could feel his excitement brush against me. I stroked his cheek, running my thumb along the spray of freckles there.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss me again.

“I’m really going to have to cancel that date.” I said and groaned, breaking off the kiss. I was already feeling bad for Ominis.

“Yes, you are.” He confirmed, laying me on my back and hovering over me, his strong arm underneath my waist to prop me up. He began kissing down the crook of my neck, then back up until he got to my ear. “Because you’re mine now.”

[imzzz737]

“What have you done”

“No…Don’t leave me…”

[imzzz737]

imperio

[choccy-milky]

Sebastian x MC stuck in a closet together, because im a sucker for classic tropes and cliches🥵💖 ((this is a scene from the newest chapter of my fanfic, which you can read here!))

[chinchillasinunison]

indeed.com: hello person with a graphic design degree we think you'll be great match for (checks notes) dying in a coal mine

[ask-sebastian]

would you still love me if i’m a worm?

-MC

Unreservedly.

[bloofinntoona-deactivated202511]

HAHA. I asked this. Thank you for answering a stupid question with a heartwarming answer. Here's a funny comic I doodled:

Bonus:

this was a copium cause i asked my irl boyfriend if he would still love me if i got turned into a wall socket and he said no (rude)

[ask-sebastian]

This is truly amazing. You've captured my essence. Thank you so much for this.

[valavoid666]

What is it about dudes looking all roughed up that gets me going? 🤣😅

[ask-natty-onai]

…

awooga.

[ask-sebastian]

@ask-ominis @ask-garreth-weasley

Lads, someone's been sneakily taking photos of us

[ouweea]

they were too stunned to speak

[choccy-milky]

Ominis x MC based on a oneshot idea i still have yet to write, about ominis wanting to "see" all of MC for himself 🥴💖 ((MC colour variants of slytherin/hufflepuff/ravenclaw here if you want!))

[hummingmuggle-oldaccount]

MC helps Ominis in potions 

[hummingmuggle-oldaccount]

You might need me

[babygaunt]

Whuttt 🤣☕🪄☠️🐍🌌🌠

[ouweea]

Cast it. Before I change my mind.

[rednite-dork]

You are good enough. ──────────── sad bbys

[fuokir-deactivated20250407]

Good morning…? 😌💗 p.s. i do not sleep at night to draw a sleepy Ominis 😂

[slythersloots]

What a fucking CUTIE

[lysette-lavenders]

afternoon nap at the vivarium 🐍💚

I wanted to draw something cozy so I decided with this

 while also being sleep-deprived lol

[hyperfixated-clown]

Hello there. Since you opened the gates for smuttiness. Um... Um how would out favorite Slytherin boys react to some bloomers are crotchless? Citrus levels are authors choice. I just was amused researching Victorian clothing and how things changed in the 1890s.

This is a super fun idea although I'm not sure how much justice I've done for it. Nothing too spicy here but I hope you enjoy it.

Sexual Themes - Minors do not interact

Sebastian:

"Well, that certainly makes for easier access."

"Don't be afraid to flash me every now and again, I need to pass the time in class somehow, and you'll certainly make it a whole lot more interesting."

Sitting next to you in the library, any class where you sit next to him instead of across or anywhere else he can be discreet, his hands will be wandering under the table to settle in between your legs. He can't get enough of playing with you.

Speaking of the library, he would totally love to get a peek up your skirt as you climb the ladders to higher-up shelves.

He can't control himself at all, the second he gets you alone, the skirt is coming off and his trousers are coming down.

Ominis:

Sebastian is the one to tell him, he whispers it to him as he could see a flash under your skirt one day in Professor Ronen's class.

Ominis could feel his face heat up at the thought of Y/N being exposed and he scolds Sebastian for continuing to look. He would definitely want to protect your integrity. That being said, he can't fight the blush running across his cheeks, which makes Sebastian laugh, he's never seen his friend come undone so easily.

He was up late one night reading in the common room when you emerged from your dorm, saying you couldn't sleep. He put his book down and welcomed you. You laid on the couch next to him, resting your legs across his lap and he suddenly remembered Sebastian's words. He sat rigid, not quite knowing what to do. He could feel his pants becoming tight and he quickly excused himself before she could notice.

[jazzarey]

“𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝒴𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝑀𝒞?” ~ 𝑩𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒀𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍? 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 ♥