@tw0heads asked: ❝ come on. let’s get out of here. ❞
Moss turned bright red from her face to her ear but of course, her Slytherin friend could not see. She looked around trying to maintain her composure but her voice would give her away. It was common to hear when Sebastian was around but this seemed more genuine and much more panicky, "Oh...Um... Right!" She squeaked out before grabbing the blonde's hand and leading him away.
As she lead him through the halls whispers could be heard questioning where the girl was taking the normally cold male. Once they were out of most people's sight or earshot Moss panted with a giggle, "I don't know why I did that but..." She dropped into the grass with a big grin as she patted the grass beside her.
"Did you need a break from Seb? Cause you umm... never ask to go anywhere with me." There it was again that soft sweet tone usually reserve for people that the Hufflepuff adored and it was just for him. "So what now?"
"Today," Professor Hecate's voice carried a note of authority, as she strolled from one end of the classroom to the other, "we will be putting your knowledge of defensive spells to the test. While ink and textbooks have their place, there is only one way to truly hone one's magical skill, and that is through practice. To this effect, you will each duel against a fellow student using only the spells we've covered so far this term. "
Upon hearing this, Craig nervously adjusted his robes. He had never dueled before, and the thought of facing off against his fellow students filled him with unease. As the dueling pairs were announced, Craig's heart skipped a beat when he heard his name called alongside Sebastian's.
"Now remember, this is an exercise in defensive spellcasting, using only Protego, Stupefy, and Expelliarmus." Professor Hecate sternly reminded the class. Her gaze shifted from one student to another, ensuring compliance. "That means no curses, no jinxes, and no hexes."
Craig felt a hand rest sympathetically on his shoulder. Ominis, though blind, was nonetheless remarkably perceptive. It was no surprise that he was able to pick up on Craig's restlessness.
"Hey, don't worry." he whispered to him, "You're going to do just fine. Besides, it's not like this is a real duel. It's only for practice."
"Thanks, Ominis." Craig sighed. The prospect of having to face off against someone like Sebastian Sallow was more than a little daunting, given that he was considered to be one of the best duelists in the school. However, since they were both going to be using the same three spells, Craig allowed himself a sliver of optimism. He didn't need to win, he just wanted to make a decent showing.
"Duelists, take your marks."
Craig took a deep breath, which did little to quell his nerves. His mind raced as he recollected the spells they had learned - Expelliarmus, Protego, and Stupefy - but his opponent's reputation weighed heavily on his mind.
Upon reaching their respective places, the combatants faced each other from opposite ends of the dueling stage and bowed, as was customary. Sebastian stood calmly across from Craig, smirking confidently as he twirled his wand in his fingers.
The professor gave the signal, and their wands were drawn simultaneously.
"Stupefy!"
Sebastian wasted no time. His wand moved swiftly through the air as he cast a stunning spell towards Craig, who barely managed to deflect the attack. Encouraged by his small victory, Craig followed up with a stunning spell of his own, which Sebastian deflected effortlessly. His efficiency and precision were remarkable, leaving Craig feeling both awestruck and vulnerable. His mind raced to come up with a strategy, but Sebastian's relentless onslaught gave him no time to formulate a plan.
"Is that all you've got?" jeered Sebastian.
Craig didn't respond. Instead, he readied his wand once more, hoping to disarm his opponent and gain an advantage. However, his inexperience betrayed him and his aim faltered, missing its target by a hair's breadth. He tried to remain composed, focusing on his wand movements and desperately hoping to retain his dignity amidst the chaos. As the duel continued, Sebastian's confidence (and arrogance) grew, feeding off Craig's anxiety and relishing in the other's seeming incompetence.
In his desire to assert dominance, however, Sebastian would commit a grave error in judgment.
"Bombarda!"
A deafening explosion filled the room. Disregarding Professor Hecate's instructions, he decided to cast a spell they had not studied; the exploding charm. And the impact was immediate. Though Craig was able to throw up a shield charm at the last second, it wasn't enough to fully protect him from the blast. The explosion sent him flying backwards, and the full force of his fall came to an abrupt and painful end as his body collided with the hardwood floor.
Time seemed to slow down for Sebastian as he witnessed Craig crumble to the ground. His gaze flitted from his classmate's unmoving body to the wand still in his hand, and the gravity of what he'd just done began to sink in. A chorus of alarmed gasps filled the room.
"I said defensive spells only, Master Sallow!" Professor Hecate raised her voice above the commotion. As a group of concerned students gathered around, Sebastian could barely register their worried voices. Guilt settled in the pit of his stomach, leaving him rooted to the ground and utterly speechless.
Without hesitation, Professor Hecate sent Sebastian to the Headmaster's office to explain himself. Sebastian's remorse was immediate, but he knew he couldn't take it back. When asked to explain himself, Sebastian offered no rebuttal, because he knew he didn't deserve one.
As they would find out later, the force of the impact also shattered Craig's wand. Sebastian's uncle, Solomon, offered to pay for a replacement, hoping to ease the burden of his nephew's wrongdoing.
Greater than any physical damage done, however, was the growing rift between Sebastian and Ominis as a result of this incident.
----- 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. when people do ask if he’s a squib, he simply says yes. because he hasn’t a clue what a squib is and is far too embarrassed to ask for clarification. they sit in the three broomsticks, and scudboat is on his fifth butter beer. he just keeps buying more. it’s never ending. they are like a dessert, so sweet but it also has alcohol. everything he loves in one treat.
“ i thought magic was just tarot cards. maybe reading the stars or something… “ he comments, though careful to keep his voice low. “ but, jesus, anne. there’s an entire civilization i would have never known about here. you’ve got a whole government, coppers, everything - “ he chugs down the last of his butterbeer, eyes narrowing in on anne’s. “ gonna finish that ?? “
----- 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. anybody could catch them here. the astronomy tower was her idea, under the stars, fairly secluded but still a great risk. how they love the risk. it is was keeps them going outside of their growing feelings for one another. bent over the rail, overlooking hogwarts valley, she is already a sopping mess for him. he had spent a very long time preparing her with his fingers and his mouth, for she often proves to be quite tight and sex can be painful for her in the beginning with the amount she stretches around him. still, despite the preparation the second he enters her, she lets out a loud yelp, causing him to clasp his hand in a panic over her mouth. but that noise… fuck, it does something to him. the risk of being heard, the desperation in her cry. she might as well have told him to fuck her into the railing right there and then. then, as his hand return to her waist, she gives her little quip. she’s right. those noises she makes truly do something to him.
“ oh hush, “ he feigns ignorance, despite the proof that her risking their privacy has done numbers on his libido. “ you promised you’d be quiet. if you cannot handle yourself, we’ll stop and continue another day. “ that’s a lie. a game he’s playing. it will either fuel her on to take more risks or reign her in so he can really have his way with her. he is completely fine with either.
@tw0heads asked: ❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜ Anne for Aesop toooo
----- 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎. his orgasm was overwhelming, much different to anything he’s ever felt that he could experience. his thighs are trembling, breath shaky as he looks down at the much younger man. even in the privacy of the inn, he feels so exposed. thick, milky cum dripping from ominis’ lips, aesop cannot help but reach over and wipe it away. what an interesting thing he has just experienced. for once, he is rendered completely speechless as he realizes what has just occurred. there isn’t much aesop doesn’t know about sex. but being pleasured by a man is all too new to him. he wonders, deep down inside of him, if he’s been pushing something away all these years or if this is the manifestation of years of loneliness. he’s enjoyed ominis sucking and gagging on him. why ?? “ clean yourself up, “ he manages to get out, still panting heavily. he stands, limping his way over to the foldaway sink, where he splashes water in his face to straighten his mind.
@tw0heads asked: ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ maybe ominis for aesop? no homo if not ☝️
“maybe we’re just not meant to be.” - from upset!anne >:)
@tw0heads
she knows she deserves this, but it doesn't stop it from hurting as much as it does. she should have pushed him away immediately, should have told him that she was taken but instead she was a coward who RAN. she hadn't wanted to hurt him and instead hurt the one person who meant the most to her. "anne, it didn't mean anything." she she wasn't truly sure how it had happened but what she did know is that she never meant or wanted to kiss anybody but her beloved. "please, my love. believe me, i wouldn't hurt you." it's a quiet mumble towards her, fingers running through her own now wet and unruly hair. "what can i do to make it up to you? i'll do anything if it shows you how much i love you, how much i love being yours and only yours." it's a plea towards the other woman, she's practically BEGGING at this point.
@tw0heads said: ❝ when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. ❞
one , two , three ... maroon hues gaze along the face of the young slytherin below , counting the freckles that SPECKLE across her face. mahina has done this so many times before , during little outings that always end laid down in a flower bed. but each time , she never fails to do so. a habit that she never wants to give up , lest she want to leave the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
four , five , six ... she pauses her counting in her head as she pushes a flower away from the other's cheek , before laying her hand against it. she's so soft , the SOFTEST thing these tanned hands have ever felt. her thumb brushes her cheek , ever so gently , smoothly. CAREFUL, she remembers , & with a peck on anne's nose , hina will continue.
seven , eight ---
her thoughts are STOPPED when anne speaks in her soft voice , one that hina loves to hear. but there's something about these words hina doesn't quite enjoy.
--- i feel like something worth seeing.
it's felt in the pit of her stomach , an UNPLEASENT feeling. she shouldn't feel this way.
" anne ... " she starts slow , barely above a whisper , " if you could see through my eyes , you'd know its a PRIVILEGE to look at you. "
[ lean ] — sender leans against receiver’s shoulder // from ominid @
@tw0heads
she almost jumps out of her skin at the sudden feeling of the boy leaning onto her shoulder, sudden heat working its way throughout her entire body and ending as always as a red flush on her cheeks. "ominis, you SCARED me!" she chides nervously, hoping he isn't able to tell how quick her heart is beating or the fact that the closeness of their bodies is made even more so as her head tilts ever so slightly to lay upon his own.
