Chapter 3 of my Fic!
Ao3 is currently down😭 so I guess I’ll post the next chapter here for now until it’s back up so I can post it there!💖 here’s the comic that goes along with it (plus 2 screenies I took):
update: AO3 BACK UP AND THE CHAPTER IS POSTED
Thank you to @lyra-prag and @light-of-the-room for beta-reading <3
@pierrot-dokki, your lovely Gwyn makes an appearance here <3
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Chapter 3: The Road to Hogsmeade
Rating: General audiences (teen rating overall for the whole fic), Word count: 4031
Sebastian, like any other student, had been intrigued when he first heard there was a new student at school. His curiosity had spiked further when he learned said new student had apparently been attacked by a dragon on the way here.
Naturally, he’d tried to learn everything he could about them. That didn’t seem too hard to do, as they were the talk of the school as soon as they arrived.
Bee Bluelake. Short, quiet, big-eyed and nervous. He wasn’t surprised at all to learn she’d befriended Poppy Sweeting within less than a day of arriving. They were both oddballs who adored animals.
He wasn’t expecting to actually meet Bee so soon, however. And he certainly wasn’t expecting her to beat him in a duel– on her first day no less! Him, the best duellist in school, beaten by the timid new student.
To be fair, he had riled her up quite a bit. But getting blasted completely off the platform in one hit wasn’t exactly the kind of power that came to mind when he looked at the tiny girl.
Needless to say…he found himself even more intrigued than before. Who was this girl? How was she already so good at dueling on her first day? And what was it exactly that made that blast so powerful? What was it that let her join the school year so late?
He was determined to find out. Hoping to learn more about this strange ability of hers (and possibly to spend time with her), he’d invited her to join Crossed Wands. She had refused.
He couldn’t wrap his head around why. She certainly had the talent, so why not make the most of it? That was when he had remembered: even during their duel, when she’d been irritated with him, she’d been rather skittish. Flinching away from spells, dodging needlessly, and freezing up at inopportune times. She was like a rabbit that came out of its burrow for the first time. An annoyed rabbit donning yellow and black.
Well….that was fine. He might be able to convince her someday. Perhaps he’d let her watch him first so she could see what it’s like? He’d still have plenty of other opportunities to talk to her, as she also shared the next class with him. And the class after that. And the class after that. The only problem was that, in pretty much every class, she was spending time with Poppy and only Poppy. It was like she’d decided she didn’t need any more friends.
They always talked about the same things too. In Herbology? How nifflers were known for plundering dragon caves. In potions? Dance patterns of mooncalves. Hell, even in as boring of a class as history of magic, they were still talking; this time about the very riveting migration patterns of jobberknolls.
They were like walking, talking animal encyclopedias.
Well, whatever. He’d have the whole rest of the year to get to talk to her. It’s not like she could only talk to Poppy Sweeting forever. In the meantime, he had his own business to attend to.
More specifically, another trip to the Restricted Section. Nevermind it was only his first day back; he’d already done what little research he could over the summer and was determined to get more done now that he once again had access to the school archives.
The last class of the day had ended and he headed off to the library to get his research done. As usual, he made sure to set off a ‘little distraction’ so dragon Scribner would leave her den.
He was on his way now, his plan going as flawlessly as he’d planned, when he heard a familiar girl’s voice whisper-shout, “Sebastian!” He freezes. Shit. No no, not now.
He turns to see Gwynevere Murong approaching him with a stern expression, hands on her hips. “What are you doing near the restricted section again?!” He suppresses a sigh, not really in the mood for a lecture right now. “I’m just getting something. I’ll be in and out.”
“‘Getting something’,” she repeats skeptically, “and what exactly would you be getting?” “My….homework,” he lies, “I left it in there.”
“And just how did your homework get inside the locked restricted section?” She says, clearly not buying it. He glances back in Scribner’s direction. He couldn’t see her anymore. Shit.
“It, uh- blew away,” he says, sidestepping her to continue on to the restricted section. “Sebastian! You’re going to get in trouble!” She hisses. He only walks faster, silently muttering the unlocking charm as he taps his wand to the lock. “Sebastian!! Sebastian Sallow!” Gwyn continues to hiss at him before a new voice booms, “Mr. Sallow!”
Before he can blink, his wand zips out of his hand and into the gnarled claw of the dragon lady. “Sneaking into the Reestricted Section again?!” Madame Scribner snaps, “on your first day back, no less!” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Gwyn sigh and leave, not surprised by this outcome in the slightest.
“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected any better from you,” Scribner continues on, “considering the conduct of your father when he was in school!” Sebastian feels a familiar twinge of irritation spark at the mention of his father, but forces his tone to remain flat as he instead replies, “my apologies, Madame Scribner. I was simply retrieving–“
“Detention! Detention is what you are receiving!” Scribner snaps, her beady eyes glaring holes into him. He groans internally. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different. “I expect you there at six sharp, Mr-“
A soft clearing of a throat interrupts them, and they turn to see Deputy Headmistress Weasley there. “Agnes,” Professor Weasley says amiably, “is there a problem here?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is!” Scribner says, puffing up like a proud peacock, “Mr. Sallow here attempted to break into the Restricted Section again! That’s the- what? Twentieth time now?”
“Nineteenth,” he corrects quietly and Scribner’s eyes flash in anger. “What was that?!”
“I see,” Professor Weasley says, interjecting before things escalate, “And why, pray tell, were you attempting to do so, Mr. Sallow?”
He sighed out of his nose. He already knew he wasn’t going to be able to fool Professor Weasley, but it’s not like he could just say “I’m looking for books on the dark arts to cure my sister!” So instead, he forced out the same lie of, “I was retrieving my homework. It caught in a draft of wind and blew in there earlier.”
“You see? He lies, too!” Scribner rants, “as if anyone is stupid enough to fall for–“
“Did you check?” Weasley asked.
“I– pardon?”
“Did you check?” Weasley repeats gently, “if his homework was actually in there?”
“Well– well, of course not!” Scribber sputtered, “that would be preposterous! He’s clearly lying–“
“I think he should be allowed to check,” Professor Weasley says calmly. Scribner’s mouth hangs open in disbelief, and even Sebastian’s eyes widen in surprise. Professor Weasley briefly meets his eyes and gives the tiniest nod. He nods back and opens the door to the restricted section, stepping inside to ‘retrieve his homework’. He can hear Scribner feebly attempting to protest from the other side of the door, clearly not keen on the idea of letting him have his way.
His mind is currently more preoccupied with why Professor Weasley would allow him to do such a thing. She’s certainly not the type to be easily fooled, so she must know the real reason he came here. But she wasn’t known for being easygoing either; if anything, she was one of the stricter professors. Which means she must have a reason for letting him go through with this.
He doesn’t have to wait long to find out, as, after he exits the restricted section with his ‘homework’ in his bag, Professor Weasley says, “Mr. Sallow, come with me.”
“But he–“ Scribner begins again, and Weasley says, “he shall serve detention with me.” That seems to put an end to Scribner’s protests, even if the old bat still seems a little sour that she can’t be the one to host the detention. Satisfied, she nods, and leaves. “This way,” Weasley calls, and he follows her out the door and into the hallway.
He tries to think of what to say when she speaks first: “You know how I feel about your ‘schoolwork-related’ endeavors in the restricted section, Mr. Sallow,” Professor Weasley says sternly, “but– as it is the first day back, I’ll be a little more lenient today. I won’t give you detention if…you do something for me.”
He raises an eyebrow. This was new. He doesn’t recall a professor ever offering to strike a deal with him on…well, anything. “Like what?” He asks, and she replies, “I assume you’ve heard about our newest student, Beatrice Bluelake?”
He nods, the memory of the girl with the big brown eyes filling his mind. “Yes, I met her earlier today.”
“And you’re aware of how she was attacked by a dragon on the way to school here?” Weasley asks, and he nods.
“Well of course. Everyone’s heard of that by now.”
“Good. Then you know that she lost all of the supplies she needs for the school year in that attack,” Weasley says.
They round a corner, and he realizes they are not, in fact, going to her office. “Here is my offer: in just a few minutes, she will arrive near the gates leading into the school courtyard. I have told her that a student volunteer will walk her to Hogsmeade and help her purchase all the supplies she needs. In exchange for a detention excuse, I am asking you to be that student.”
He slows to a stop, now thoroughly surprised. “Me?” He repeats, “you want…me to show the new student the way to Hogsmeade?” Professor Weasley nods and says, “are you up to the task?”
Well, yes, he certainly was! Missing detention and getting to talk with Bluelake– two birds with one stone. He just couldn’t quite figure out why Professor Weasley had asked him of all people to do it.
Ah well. Best not to read too much into it for now.
He nods and says with a confident smile, “of course. Sounds easy enough. Take the new girl to hogsmeade, get her supplies–“
“And stop by the Three Broomsticks,” Professor Weasley says with a smile, and his own turns a tad more genuine. He’d almost forgotten she could be a cool teacher too. “Yeah. Grab a butterbeer or two,” he agrees.
“The rite of passage to being a Hogwarts student,” Professor Weasley chuckles, and he can’t help but do the same. “Very well then. You’d best be on your way. You don’t want to keep her waiting,” Professor Weasley says.
He nods and departs for the spot she’d instructed. Bee is already there, and looks to be rather lost in her thoughts. She is wandering around, idly kicking her foot against the ground as if trying to scuff nonexistent dirt.
“Well, fancy meeting you here,” he called in greeting, and she jumped about a centimeter in the air. He stifled a chuckle as she quickly turned around, surprise turning to recognition when she saw him. “Oh–Sebastian.” “That I am,” he says amusedly, sauntering over to her, “here at the service of my ‘new charge’.” She rolls her eyes but the corner of her lips twitches. Heh. This’ll be easy.
He grins and says, “I’m told you’re in dire need of supplies, and I’m to accompany you into Hogsmeade for them. Is this your first foray into the village?” She nods. “Yes. I haven’t left Hogwarts since I arrived.” She smiles shyly and adds, “I’ve been rather looking forward to seeing what’s outside.”
His smile broadens at her words, and he says, “well! I shall endeavor to be the very best of guides, then!” He gestures to the door and says, “shall we?” She nods and he pushes the great doors open, letting the sunlight in and them out into the courtyard.
He walks a few steps before noticing she isn’t following, and turns to see her looking around with wide eyes. His smile softens slightly, charmed by her awestruck expression. If she was this amazed by the courtyard alone, she’d certainly have a lot more to wonder over on the way to the village.
“Bluelake!” He called playfully, purposefully walking a few steps further away so she’d have to try harder to catch up, “are you coming or what?” She blinks, snapping out of her head and hurrying over. Just to tease her a little more, he slightly increases his speed. He watches with tremendous amusement as she has to walk even faster to catch up, her oversized robes catching the dust her shoes puff up.
“Sorry,” she says, a bit red when she finally meets up with him, “I got a tad distracted.” “Well, you’ll have plenty more to be distracted by on the way there,” he says, “the Hogwarts courtyard is nice, sure; but it can’t even begin to compare to everything out there.”
Her eyes widened. “You’ve gone out before? Like– out, out?” His smile broadens, pleased to have something interesting to talk about. “Oh, sure. Loads of times. Everyone leaves the school now and then, but I do tend to be a bit more uh…‘openminded’ than some of our classmates.” Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well…let’s just put it this way,” he chuckles, “If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts, you’re going to need to break the rules now and then. Whether it’s joining a secret dueling club”– he shoots a significant glance at her, which she chooses to ignore– “or sneaking into the restricted section of the library. You just have to be clever enough not to get caught.”
Before she can open her mouth to reply, likely to scold him, he spots something familiar up ahead. “Ah, just a moment,” he says, going off to the side and stopping next to a bush surrounded by glowing flies. Bee’s earlier annoyance immediately shifts into fascination as she too makes her way over. The neon green lights of the flies reflect in her large eyes as she takes them in.
“This is an excellent spot to gather Lacewing flies,” he says, “they’re pretty to look at, but–“
“They are!” She interrupts, totally enraptured by the lacewing flies as she leans forward to get a closer look at them. He can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm and tries to continue, “yes, but they’re also–“ “Adorable?” She excitedly interrupts again, “I agree!” He bites his lip, trying to suppress a laugh. Perhaps he’d tell her they were used as potion ingredients another time.
She spent several more minutes admiring the lacewing flies before setting off with him again. “How are your eyes?” He teased. “Huh?” She tilts her head in confusion. He taps the spot next to his own eye and says, “your eyes. They must hurt from looking at the neon bugs for so long.” She rubs her eye and says, “only a little. They’re not too bright, they’re just like daytime fireflies. Mini-sun bugs.” He laughs to himself, finding the analogy equally silly and endearing.
“You know…” he says, “I’m glad Professor Weasley asked me to join you today.” Realizing that may have sounded a tad too sentimental, he jokingly adds, “it got me out of detention.” She snorts. “It’s only your first day back and you already somehow managed to get detention? What did you do?” He smoothly replies, “let’s just say Madam Scribner and I often have…differing opinions. She thinks I shouldn't be allowed in the Restricted Section. I, on the other hand, am inclined to disagree.”
He shakes his head and adds, “normally I don’t get caught. I just happened to be unlucky today.” “Today?” She repeats, “you mean you’ve snuck in before?” “You could say I’ve got experience,” he smirks.
“I’m guessing that means you’ve got experience in detentions too, then?” She teases, and he laughs. This girl was sassier than he thought she was. “Yes, well, I like to think they keep me well-rounded.” She nods sagely and responds, “yes, one can learn a great deal from writing ‘I must not sneak into the Restricted Section’ over and over a thousand times.”
“Oi! That’s not what I meant!” He laughs, nudging her playfully, “I’m talking about the reasons for the detentions! Like the ones I mentioned before….or, more exciting ones. Like sneaking into the Forbidden Forest.”
As if in direct response, a loud crying sound suddenly pierced through the clearing. The two looked up into the sky to see none other than two hippogriffs emerging from the treetops. “Merlin’s beard…!” He exclaimed, finding himself in genuine awe for the first time in a while, “hippogriffs from the forest!”
The two slow to a stop to get a better look at the majestic creatures as they fly overhead, their strong wings carrying them across the wind like the tidal waves of the sky. “You certainly don’t see that every day,” he breathes, watching the winged beauties fly off into the distance. He glances back at his companion and sees her still watching the hippogriffs, an expression of pure childlike wonder on her face. An odd sort of fondness fills him at the sight as he realizes, ‘she must be a muggleborn. It’s the only explanation for her being this amazed by everything.’
In that case, he’d definitely want the rest of the walk to be just as special for her. If this was really her first time in the magical world, he’d be sure to show her as many things as he could on the walk there. And it just so happened he knew the perfect next thing.
“Hey,” he says, calling her attention back to reality, “ready to go?” She blinks for a moment, then nods, traces of that awestruck smile still lingering on her face as the two continue on. “Those were….hippogriffs?” She asks softly, and he nods. “Hm…” she’s silent for a moment before saying, “I’ve never seen them in person before. They’re even more beautiful than the illustrations in my books.”
“Your books?” He repeats and she nods, opening her satchel to take out a book titled “A Guide to the Magical Creatures of Our World: Vol. One”. She flips through several bookmarks before finally landing on the desired page, moving a bit closer to him so he can see its contents. She points to an illustration of a hippogriff on the page, and says, “the illustration alone…I thought it was so gorgeous when I first saw it. But now that I’ve seen one with my own eyes, it…it just doesn’t compare.”
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t compare at all…” His eyes flick up from the pages back to her face. Her eyes have once again taken on that strange, faraway look she seems to wear so often. They make her eyes look oddly gentle, as if seeing through the world around them into something else. Somewhere better than this, perhaps, if her peaceful expression is anything to go by.
Her eyes flick to his, and suddenly that all-seeing gaze is fixed on him. He clears his throat and looks away (since when has he ever done that?), saying, “yeah, well, the real thing is always better than pictures in a book. Even if they do move.” He pokes the hippogriff picture, and the illustrated animal snaps its beak at him. He chuckles and backs off as she closes the book. “Book’s got a temper. Must get it from its owner.” Her brows furrow and she asks, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
He smirks and says, “well, in case you forgot, Bluelake, you got rather riled up in our first duel.” She turns red and looks away. “I-I did not…!” “Oh yes you did,” he says, his grin only widening, “in fact, you got so angry, you blasted me off the platform! Rather violent if you ask me.”
“I-it was an accident!” She exclaims, turning even redder, her face trying to decide between looking indignant or embarrassed. “Ah, so you admit it then,” he says. She doesn’t reply this time, choosing to instead look away with a pout.
His expression softens slightly at her guilty expression and he nudges her shoulder. “Ah, don’t beat yourself up about it. It wasn’t even that hard of a hit anyway.” (A total lie, but she didn’t need to know that.)
“Come on, I’ve got something to show you,” he says, gesturing for her to follow him as he leads them toward the side of the path. “Uh…Sebastian,” she says hesitantly when she sees the danger signs up ahead. “Relax, we’re not going in there,” he says with a wave of his hand, walking up to a bunch of honking daffodils, “I just wanted to show you these.”
Just as expected, she lights up at the sight of the frankly annoying plants, hurrying over and stooping low to get a better view of them.
“Are they–are they talking to each other?” She asks excitedly. He shrugs and says, “who can say. I’ve always personally thought they were just having shouting matches to see who can honk the loudest.”
She shakes her head, leaning in closer to the plants and saying, “no, no, I’m pretty sure they’re communicating with each other! Look! See how they turn to one another and reply to the last one who spoke to them? And some of them form little clusters, see? Like friend groups!”
She giggles, positively delighted by the cacophony of flowers. He watches the plants, trying to see what she means.
….nope. He doesn’t notice anything like that.
She seems to carry the opposite opinion, however, as she then lies flat on the ground to the flowers’ level and begins to honk as well. He snorts, trying to suppress a laugh at the ridiculous sight. “Wha– what are you doing?” He asks, and she says, “trying to communicate!” She continues to honk at the flowers. He turns away, biting his knuckles to keep from laughing too loudly.
This girl was….really something.
After a few more minutes of attempted ‘communication’, she finally rejoins him for their walk. “Get any good gossip from the plants?” He teases and she sighs, “oh shush. I’ll learn the language someday.” She still thinks it’s a language. He can’t help the laugh that escapes him this time. She shoots him a dirty look. He laughs harder.
The two walk in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she asks, “so… what was that forest anyway? With all the danger signs? Is that the Forbidden Forest you mentioned?” He nods and says, “that’s the one. The professors think it’s too dangerous for us to go in. I think they need to have more confidence in our defensive abilities.”
The two fall into a hushed silence as a carriage pulled by two shadowy creatures passes by. Though she’s never seen one before, he can tell by the way her eyes follow them that she too knows what they are.
Her eyes continue to follow them for a few moments more, and he says, “I’ve always found thestrals pulling a carriage a bit grim.” She turns to look at him now. “Though I suppose most people don’t actually see them at all,” he adds with a half-smile. She nods, then says, “but…you can?”
He nods, that familiar tightness in his chest returning, his words coming out a bit more clipped now. “Unfortunately. But you’ve seen quite a bit yourself first-hand too. Most notably that dragon attack.”
She nods, seeming to fold in on herself a bit at the mention. A pang of guilt goes through him at the sight. He should’ve known better than to bring up such a sensitive topic so soon.
He offers a comforting smile, trying to lighten the mood again when he says, “hopefully the rest of your year isn’t as eventful.” She returns his smile shyly.
“Yeah…I hope so, too.”