Invisible String - A Sebastian Sallow Story

Chapter VII

Admission...

It had been a few days since the night where Sebastian and and the girl shared their first real kiss. For the most part they had kept things as light as possible, with a few brief stolen moments when they found themselves alone - regrettably due to Solomon those moments being few and far between. Their days had been filled with Sebastian being forced to help Solomon outside with physical labor, while Ominis stayed indoors to attend to Anne. As for the new student, she spent most of the day studying up on things she had missed during their first 4 years at hogwarts and keeping Anne from becoming lonely.

A few days into their holiday Professor Fig sent word, asking her to meet him at a ruin off the coast not far from Feldcroft. While it took some explaining to Solomon that they girl needed to briefly depart for an important task with one of the professors, he reluctantly relented. Solomon half expected the whole thing to be a ploy from his nephew to get the young girl alone without his watchful eye, but when he saw the letter with official seals from the school he understood they could not forge such a document. He had heard rumors that the girl had abilities beyond even the strongest witches and wizards working at the ministry, however he had yet to see such power demonstrated in his home.

It was difficult to watch her leave, but Sebastian had grown acclimated to her missions with the professor. While Fig's note was not very revealing if there would be danger, the sinking feeling in his stomach lead to him holding her tighter than normal, as well as press a longer kiss between her eyebrows not caring about Solomon's presence witnessing him do so. He expected an earful at her departure, however had yet to receive one.

Solomon noticed the way Sebastian kept moving about their small farm with anxiety and worry for the girl, deciding that while his nephew's actions that morning toed the line of improper, in some small way may have been warranted. It didn't take a genius to see how much the young woman had grown such importance to him in the brief amount of time they had been in each other's lives. It was almost astounding how much they seemed to have a deep rooted respect and admiration within the few months she had been at Hogwarts. Some of the best divination seekers often spoke about the way some peoples lives were inherently destined to be intertwined, an instinctual bond easily forming. Solomon wondered if his nephew was one of those rare and deeply fortunate wizards to have discovered his perfect match at all, let alone at such a young age...

The sun was just starting its decent from the sky, when Sebastian began to truly worry. Without the girl around, his uncle had not said anything as Sebastian removed his shirt at the intensity of the labor. His shoulders slowly had grown covered in dirt and sweat at the day's work. He was finishing up repairing their stone fences with Solomon when a loud crack and feminine scream sounded the air. Not far from the side of the house stood Professor Fig, with her ashen looking frame thrown over his shoulder as she clutched her blooded side. Her hair tumbling from its braid, and the dark clothes she must've changed into after leaving, looked even darker around the area she was clutching.

Sebastian hadn't even heard his uncle yelling at him to grab his shirt before he was running towards the professor and the girl. His long legs broke into a fast stride as he quickly vaulted over the stone wall and launched himself towards Fig. He could have cared less at his disheveled and dirty appearance nor the mouthful he was destined to receive for his lack of dress.

Sebastian quickly made his way around her body, helping Fig as her weight was slowly starting to become a bit much for the older man.

"We ran into some trouble with some of Ranrok's loyalists along the coast. Usually it's not a problem but I became cornered and she jumped in front of me before I could stop her..." Fig tried to explain to Sebastian as he pulled her into his side. She shifted in pain, more color draining from her face as he imagined the blood loss to be starting to set in.