The Daughter of Valancaire

As the last golden rays of sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the castle, I made my way to Professor Weasley’s office. She’d told me to find her at the end of the day, her tone making it clear that this wasn’t an invitation I could ignore.  

The corridors were quieter now, the bustle of students fading as many headed to the Great Hall for dinner. My footsteps echoed faintly as I climbed the spiraling staircase leading to her office, my heart beating a little faster with each step. I couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted to discuss.  

Reaching the door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking.  

“Come in,” her voice called, calm and steady.  

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Professor Weasley was seated behind her desk, surrounded by stacks of parchment and a few magical trinkets that glimmered faintly in the warm light of the room. She looked up from a letter she was writing and gave me a small smile.  

“Ah, Jessa. Right on time. Please, have a seat.”  

I obeyed, taking the chair across from her. Despite her welcoming demeanor, there was an unmistakable air of authority about her that made me sit a little straighter.  

“I trust your first day has been eventful,” she began, her tone conversational. “You’ve already made an impression in Defense Against the Dark Arts, from what I’ve heard.”  

I nodded, unsure of where this was going. “It’s been... interesting, Professor.”  

She studied me for a moment before continuing. “That’s good to hear. But there’s something I need to address. Your late arrival to the Sorting Ceremony, while understandable, is... unusual. Professor Fig mentioned that it was due to unforeseen circumstances, but I’d like to hear your account of what happened.”  

I felt my stomach twist. The memory of the dragon attack, the shattered carriage, and the ancient magic in the ruins played vividly in my mind. I could feel Professor Weasley’s eyes on me, waiting for an explanation, but I couldn’t bring myself to reveal everything.  

“I... I’m afraid it’s not something I can explain right now,” I said carefully, avoiding her gaze. “There are parts of it I don’t fully understand myself.”  

Professor Weasley’s expression didn’t change, but her silence was heavy. “I see,” she said after a moment, her tone measured. “And does this reluctance stem from personal uncertainty or something else entirely?”  

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “A little of both, I think. I promise I’m not trying to be evasive, but I feel like I need more time before I can talk about it.”  

She leaned back slightly in her chair, her sharp eyes studying me as though trying to read between the lines. “Very well,” she said finally. “I won’t press you further—for now. But understand this, Jessa: whatever happened, if it involves magic—especially magic of an unusual nature—it’s vital that it’s handled with care. You may not feel ready to share it now, but if and when you do, my door is always open.”  

I nodded, a mix of relief and unease settling over me. “Thank you, Professor. I’ll keep that in mind.”  

Professor Weasley gave me a small, understanding smile, though her gaze remained serious. “Good. Now, onto another matter. Professor Fig informed me that you lost your trunk during your journey to Hogwarts. I understand that this trunk only contained a few school supplies, as your clothes and personal belongings were sent ahead by your forward-thinking mother.”  

I nodded again, grateful for my mother’s planning. “Yes, Professor. Luckily, the most important things were sent in advance.”  

“That is fortunate,” she replied. “However, you’ll still need to replace the supplies you’ve lost. I’ll be arranging for you to visit Hogsmeade to purchase what you need. As you’re unfamiliar with the area, I’ll assign a student to accompany you. They’ll ensure you find everything and return safely.”  

Her suggestion made sense, but I had assumed she might suggest one of her brothers. After all, who better to help me navigate than someone I already knew? “I thought you might assign one of my brothers to help me,” I admitted hesitantly.  

Professor Weasley gave a knowing smile and shook her head. “While that might seem like the easiest option, Jessa, I believe it’s important for you to get to know other students. Expanding your circle will help you feel more at home here at Hogwarts. Besides, the student I have in mind is more than capable.”  

I blinked in surprise. “Who will it be, Professor?”  

“Sebastian Sallow,” she said, her expression softening. “He’s an exceptional student in your year, well-versed in the layout of Hogsmeade, and quite resourceful. I think you’ll find his company enjoyable—and enlightening.”  

Sebastian. My thoughts drifted back to the duel earlier and his offer to tell me more about his mysterious organization. This trip was bound to be... interesting.  

“Is there anything else, Professor?” I asked, trying to process this unexpected development.  

“No, that will be all for now. But remember, Jessa—Hogwarts has a way of uncovering truths, even when we’re not ready for them. Be prepared for that.”  

With that, she dismissed me. As I left her office, excitement buzzed in my veins. Between the mysterious events of the day and this upcoming trip to Hogsmeade with Sebastian, it felt like my journey at Hogwarts was only just beginning. 

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The Great Hall buzzed with chatter and the clinking of cutlery as students gathered for dinner. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the dusky sky outside, streaked with deep oranges and purples as the sun dipped below the horizon. Candles floated gently above the long house tables, casting a warm glow over the room.  

As I stepped inside, the scent of roast chicken and freshly baked bread wafted toward me, making my stomach rumble. It had been an eventful day, and I was more than ready to sit down and enjoy a good meal.  

“Jessa! Over here!”  

I turned to see Samantha waving enthusiastically from the Ravenclaw table. A grin spread across my face as I made my way over, weaving through clusters of students.  

“You found me,” I said as I slid onto the bench beside her.  

“Of course I did,” she replied cheerfully, scooting over to make room. “I wasn’t going to let you sit alone, especially after your dramatic debut in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”  

I laughed, feeling a little more at ease. Samantha had a way of making things feel lighthearted, no matter the situation.  

“Oh, and Jessa,” she added, nudging the boy sitting across from us, “meet Amith Thakkar. Amith, this is Jessa. She’s new to Hogwarts, and we’re making sure she feels right at home.”  

Amith looked up from his plate and smiled politely. He had a calm, composed demeanor, and his dark eyes seemed to take in everything around him with quiet curiosity.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jessa,” he said with a slight nod. “Welcome to Ravenclaw. Samantha’s been talking about you nonstop since this morning.”  

Samantha blushed and elbowed him playfully. “Don’t make me sound weird, Amith.”  

I chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard Ravenclaw is full of brilliant minds—seems like I’m in good company.”  

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Amith said with a small grin before returning to his meal.  

As I began to fill my plate, my eyes wandered around the Great Hall, scanning the other tables. It didn’t take long to spot Valor at the Gryffindor table. His blonde hair and striking green eyes made him stand out, even in the crowded room. When he caught my eye, he waved enthusiastically, his face lighting up in a wide smile.  

Beside him sat Vix, who was stuffing a roll into his mouth but still managed to grin around the mouthful of food. His carefree demeanor was so distinctly *Vix* that I couldn’t help but smile back.  

But no matter how much I searched, there was no sign of Jace. My chest tightened a little as I scanned the room again, hoping I’d just missed him among the crowd. Nothing.  

“Looking for someone?” Samantha asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.  

“My brothers,” I admitted, trying to keep my tone light. “I found two of them, but my twin—he’s nowhere to be seen.”  

Samantha frowned slightly. “That’s odd. Twins are usually inseparable, aren’t they?”  

“Usually,” I replied, my voice quieter.  

Amith glanced up from his plate, his brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe he’s caught up in something. Hogwarts can be overwhelming, even for returning students. He’ll turn up.”  

I nodded, though I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Jace’s absence wasn’t just noticeable—it felt significant, like a piece of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit.  

Samantha must have sensed my mood because she quickly changed the subject. “So, Jessa, have you tried the treacle tart yet? It’s absolutely the best thing on the menu. You *have* to try it.”  

Grateful for the distraction, I smiled. “Lead the way.”  

As the evening wore on, the lively chatter of the Great Hall surrounded me, filling the space with warmth and camaraderie. Yet, in the back of my mind, a quiet worry lingered, growing stronger with each passing moment.  

Where was Jace? 

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After dinner, I pushed my plate away and stood up, smiling at Samantha and Amith.  

“Thanks for letting me sit with you,” I said. “You both made my first dinner here a lot less intimidating.”  

Samantha grinned. “Oh, please, you’re one of us now! Besides, we couldn’t let you sit by yourself on your first night.”  

Amith nodded, his polite smile making me feel even more welcome. “It was nice getting to know you, Jessa. Don’t be a stranger—Ravenclaw is all about teamwork.”  

I chuckled. “I’ll remember that. But I think I’ll call it a night—or at least, try to find my twin before he completely disappears on me.”  

Samantha raised an eyebrow. “The mysterious twin? Now I’m even more curious. What if he’s a secret spy or something?”  

“Trust me, if he were, I’d be the first to know,” I replied with a laugh. “I’ll see you both tomorrow?”  

“Absolutely,” Samantha said, waving as I turned to leave.  

“Good luck with the search,” Amith added.  

Their lightheartedness stayed with me as I stepped into the quieter corridors of the castle. The torches flickered along the stone walls, casting a soft glow that made the shadows dance. I wandered the hallways, my thoughts focused on Jace.  

It didn’t take long to narrow down where he might be. Jace always had a way of retreating to quiet spaces when he needed to think. The library seemed like the most likely place, so I made my way there, the sound of my footsteps echoing faintly in the empty halls.  

Sure enough, when I entered the grand library, I spotted him almost immediately. He was sitting at a table near the back, a familiar book in his hands, his quill moving steadily across a piece of parchment. His blonde hair gleamed under the soft glow of a nearby lantern, and when I called out his name, his head snapped up.  

“Jessa!” he said, a wide smile breaking across his face. “What are you doing here?”  

I smiled back, relieved to see him looking more like himself. “What do you think I’m doing? I’ve been looking for you!”  

Jace chuckled, setting his quill down and leaning back in his chair. “I wasn’t hiding, I promise. I just needed some time to think. You know how it is.”  

I pulled out a chair and sat across from him, resting my elbows on the table. “I get it, but I missed you at dinner. It’s not the same without you.”  

His smile softened, and he reached across the table to give my hand a quick squeeze. “I appreciate you coming to find me. Really, I do. How was your day? Did you survive your first classes?”  

I laughed, feeling a wave of warmth at his genuine interest. “Barely. Defense Against the Dark Arts was... intense, but I think I held my own.”  

Jace’s green eyes gleamed with pride. “Of course, you did. You’ve always been a quick study.”  

We spent the next few minutes catching up, the quiet hum of the library providing a soothing backdrop. Jace seemed more relaxed than he had earlier, and it felt good to see him smile again.  

“Jace, why don’t we share any classes? It’s weird, isn’t it? We’re twins. Shouldn’t we be in the same year?”

He paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he gave me a sheepish smile. “Well... technically, I’m not in fifth-year classes.”

“What?” I blinked, confused. “What does that mean?”

“I’m in sixth-year classes,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “The professors decided I should move up. Most of the fifth-year curriculum, I’ve already mastered.”

My jaw dropped, and I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re in sixth-year? How? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jace smirked, clearly amused by my reaction. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. You’ve always been sharp, Jessa—you’ll catch up to me in no time. Besides, I’ve got faith in you.”

I closed my mouth, still processing this revelation. “You’re... incredible. I can’t believe it.”

Jace grinned, his confidence and pride evident. “It’s nothing, really. Just a head start. And I’ll be here if you ever need help. Deal?”

I nodded slowly, a mix of awe and determination bubbling inside me. “Deal.”

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As we left the library, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything Jace had just told me. Sixth-year classes? It was impressive, sure, but also a little daunting. Still, knowing he had so much confidence in me made the challenge feel a bit more achievable.  

Instead of heading straight back to the Slytherin common room, Jace surprised me by turning toward the path that led to the Ravenclaw Tower.  

“Where are you going?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.  

“I’m walking you back,” he said simply, his tone warm but matter-of-fact.  

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, though I couldn’t help but feel touched by the gesture.  

“I know,” he replied, glancing over at me with a small smile. “But I want to.”  

The corridors were quieter now, the chatter and bustle of students fading as everyone settled in for the night. We walked side by side, the soft echo of our footsteps the only sound between us for a while.  

As we approached the entrance to the Ravenclaw Tower, Jace stopped and turned to face me. His green eyes softened, and he reached out to pull me into a hug.  

“I missed you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. “I’m glad you’re back in my life, Jessa. Hogwarts hasn’t been that fun without you.”  

I hugged him back, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I missed you too, Jace. More than you know.”  I might not remember much from our time together. But the longing in my heart does not lie.

He pulled back slightly, resting his hands on my shoulders as he looked at me with a mix of pride and affection. “You’re going to do great here. I know it. And no matter what, I’ll always be here for you, okay?”  

“Okay,” I said, smiling up at him.  

With one last squeeze of my shoulders, Jace stepped back. “Goodnight, Jessa. Get some rest. You’ve got another big day ahead of you tomorrow.”  

“Goodnight, Jace,” I replied, watching as he turned and walked back down the corridor, his figure disappearing into the shadows.  

As I turned toward the Ravenclaw entrance and answered the riddle to gain entry, I couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. Jace’s words stayed with me, a quiet reassurance that no matter how overwhelming this new chapter felt, I wasn’t alone. 

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Here’s the revision where Samantha specifically requests to be roommates with Jessa:  

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After answering the riddle and stepping into the Ravenclaw common room, I marveled at the peaceful beauty of the space. The domed ceiling sparkled with a starry illusion, the fire in the hearth cast a warm glow, and the soothing hues of blue and bronze made the room feel inviting.  

I made my way up to the dormitories, the sound of my footsteps muffled by the soft carpet. When I found the door with my name on it, I hesitated for just a moment before pushing it open.  

Inside, I spotted someone familiar—Samantha. She was standing beside the other bed, arranging her things with a contented look on her face.  

“Samantha?” I asked, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing here?”  

She looked up, her face breaking into a wide grin. “Oh, hey, Jessa! I’m your roommate now. I, uh... may have requested it.”  

“Really?” I said, a delighted laugh escaping me. “You did that for me?”  

“Of course!” she replied, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “I figured it’d be nice for both of us. Starting at a new school can be a bit overwhelming, you know? And we already get along, so why not stick together?”  

Warmth bloomed in my chest as I set my things down on my bed. “That’s so sweet of you, Samantha. Thank you. I was hoping I’d know someone in here, but I never imagined you’d go out of your way like that.”  

She shrugged, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Well, now you’re stuck with me. Hope you don’t snore or anything.”  

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’ll try not to.”  

Samantha leaned back on her hands, her gaze softening. “Honestly, I’m glad it worked out. You’re the kind of person who feels easy to be around, you know? I think we’re going to make a great team.”  

“I think so too,” I said, feeling more at ease than ever.  

The two of us spent the next few minutes unpacking and chatting about the day. Samantha’s presence made the unfamiliar room feel a lot more like home, and for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, I felt truly settled. 

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The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming through the tall windows of the dormitory. The room was quiet, save for the faint chirping of birds outside. I sat up, stretching as I glanced over at Samantha’s bed. It was already made, and she was nowhere to be seen.

Curious, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and spotted a note on my desk. Picking it up, I read her familiar handwriting:

Hey Jessa,

Had to leave early—my idiot brother needed my help with something. Long story, but I’ll explain later. See you at breakfast!
—Samantha

I chuckled softly. I hadn’t met her brother yet, but judging by her tone, he sounded like a handful. Setting the note aside, I turned my attention to the soft hoot coming from the windowsill.

My owl was perched there, a stack of letters tied neatly to its leg. Its bright, intelligent eyes blinked at me as if urging me to hurry up.

“Busy morning already, huh?” I said, walking over to untie the bundle. My owl ruffled its feathers proudly before hopping onto a perch I’d set up by the window.

I sat back on my bed and sifted through the letters. The first was from my mother, her elegant handwriting filling the page:

Dearest Jessa,
I hope your first day at Hogwarts was everything you imagined and more. Remember, my darling, you are exactly where you’re meant to be. Write to me when you can—I want to hear everything.
Love,
Mum

A smile tugged at my lips as I set it aside and opened the next one. This one was written in Valor’s hurried scrawl:

Jess,
Vix told me you were watching me at the Quidditch pitch yesterday. Next time, come say hello instead of just spying on me from afar! Let’s catch up soon, okay?
—Valor

The last letter, however, was a bit unexpected. The handwriting was unfamiliar—neat but slightly angular:

Jessa,
Sebastian mentioned you yesterday. He seems impressed. Thought you should know.
—Jace

I blinked, reading the letter twice to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Sebastian and Jace had been talking about me? That explained Jace’s hesitance last night, but it also left me with more questions than answers.

I folded the letters carefully and tucked them into the drawer of my bedside table. Each one deserved a thoughtful reply, but I would have to find time later to sit down and write them properly. For now, my focus was on getting ready for the day ahead.  

After freshening up and donning my robes, I headed out of the dormitory and made my way toward the Great Hall. The smell of breakfast wafted through the air as I descended the stairs, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. 

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As I entered the hall, the usual hum of chatter greeted me. Students from every house were seated at their respective tables, the morning light filtering through the enchanted ceiling, which mirrored the soft hues of the rising sun.  

I glanced over at the Slytherin table, hoping to spot Jace, but he was nowhere to be found. Neither were Valor or Vix at the Gryffindor table. A pang of disappointment hit me, but I shook it off, deciding they were probably just running late or already off to their own pursuits.  

Walking past the Slytherin table, my gaze caught on a familiar face—Sebastian. He was sitting casually with another boy, deep in conversation. When he noticed me, a slow smile spread across his face, and he nodded in greeting.  

I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to approach, before continuing toward the Ravenclaw table. But not before taking a quick glance at the boy sitting next to Sebastian.  

As I walked further, I caught sight of Natty sitting at the Gryffindor table. She noticed me and waved enthusiastically, her radiant smile as warm as ever. Sitting beside her was a boy with ginger hair, his cheeks flushed as he glanced my way. When our eyes met, he quickly looked down, clearly flustered, which made me chuckle quietly to myself.  

Reaching the Ravenclaw table, I spotted Samantha already seated and waving me over. With a smile, I joined her, letting the buzz of the hall and the company of my new friends ease me into the day.  

Still, I couldn’t help but feel the curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. Where were my brothers? Who was that boy with Sebastian? And why did Natty’s blushing friend seem so shy? Something told me the day was only just getting started. 

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Here’s the revised continuation:  

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After finishing breakfast, I lingered at the Ravenclaw table, debating my next move. Samantha and Amit had already left to get a head start on their morning classes, but I wasn’t quite ready to head to mine just yet.  

I glanced toward the Slytherin table and felt a wave of relief when I spotted Sebastian leaning casually against one of the exit pillars, talking with a couple of other Slytherins. His sharp eyes caught mine almost instantly, and a smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped away from his group to meet me halfway.  

“Jessa,” he greeted, his tone smooth and teasing. “Didn’t think I’d see you this early. Something on your mind?”  

I hesitated for a moment before deciding to cut straight to the point. “Actually, yes. Professor Weasley mentioned yesterday that I’d need to go to Hogsmeade to replace my supplies. She also said she might arrange for someone to accompany me. I was wondering if you’d heard anything about it?”  

Sebastian’s smirk deepened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, I’ve heard. She pulled me aside last night and asked if I’d be willing to show you around. Seems she thinks I’m responsible enough to handle it.”  

I raised an eyebrow, fighting back a laugh. “You? Responsible?”  

“Hard to believe, I know,” he replied, his tone mockingly serious. “But I said yes. I figured it’d be fun, and besides, I owe you for that impressive duel yesterday. Consider it repayment.”  

“Repayment?” I repeated, skeptical.  

“Well, that, and...” His expression turned slightly mischievous. “I thought it’d be a good opportunity to tell you more about that intriguing organization I mentioned.”  

That caught my attention, and I tilted my head, curious. “You mean the one that focuses on advanced spellcraft and dueling techniques?”  

“The very same,” he said with a knowing look. “But I’m not spilling any details here. Too many prying ears. Meet me this afternoon before we head to Hogsmeade, and I’ll explain everything properly.”  

I nodded, trying to suppress the excitement bubbling inside me. “Alright. I’ll find you after classes.”  

“Good,” he said, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. “Hogsmeade’s going to be interesting with you around. Let’s make it memorable.”  

With that, he gave me a small wave and turned to rejoin his friends, leaving me standing there with my thoughts racing. Between the promise of learning more about this mysterious organization and the idea of exploring Hogsmeade with Sebastian, the day was shaping up to be anything but ordinary. 

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It was absolute hell. My stomach twisted uncomfortably as I darted through the endless corridors of Hogwarts, my only thought being **find the loo, find the loo!**  

The castle seemed to stretch on forever, the twisting staircases and confusing passageways making it impossible to navigate quickly. Every corner I turned looked the same, and every door I opened led to a classroom, a storage cupboard, or worse—a wall of chuckling portraits that did nothing to help.  

Fifteen agonizing minutes passed before I finally spotted the telltale sign I’d been searching for. Relief flooded me as I sprinted toward the door, not paying the slightest attention to my surroundings.  

Then it happened.  

Turning a corner at full speed, I collided with someone coming from the opposite direction. We both stumbled back from the impact, and before I could steady myself, I landed unceremoniously on the cold, stone floor.  

“Oh, Merlin’s beard!” I gasped, both from the surprise and my continued need to find the loo. “I’m so sorry—”  

“You might want to slow down next time,” came a voice, calm yet tinged with dry humor.  

I looked up and froze. The boy before me had pale blonde hair that gleamed in the soft light of the corridor, and his face was both composed and strikingly delicate. What held my attention, though, were his eyes. They were crystal-like, pale as ice, with no visible irises. It hit me instantly—he was blind. He was that boy, that boy sitting next to Sebastian at the Great Hall.

“Are you alright?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, as if sensing my scrutiny.  

“I—” I scrambled to my feet, flustered and suddenly hyper-aware of my gawking. “I didn’t mean to. I was—um—kind of in a hurry.”  

His lips quirked into a faint smile, though his tone remained measured. “That much was obvious. You nearly bowled me over. It’s a miracle you didn’t knock yourself out in the process.”  

“I’m really sorry,” I managed, my eyes drifting to the wand he held in his hand. It was unlike any wand I’d seen before, ornate and slightly curved, with a tip that glimmered faintly as he turned it. I realized with fascination that it must help him navigate.  

The scholar in me flared to life, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how it worked. Did it detect obstacles? Did it guide him through magical vibrations? Oh, I wanted to study that wand.  

“Jessa,” I said quickly, feeling like I should at least introduce myself before I lost myself in questions about his wand. “Ravenclaw. Fifth year.”  

“Ominis Gaunt. Fifth Year” he said, his expression unreadable, though I thought I saw the faintest arch of an eyebrow. “You’re the new one. That explains the panicked running. I assume you were looking for the loo?”  

I blinked, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Is it that obvious?”  

“Painfully so,” he replied with a soft laugh. “It’s just down the hall to your left. You’re nearly there.”  

“Thanks,” I muttered, already inching past him.  

But just as I moved, I felt his gaze—or rather, his attention—settle more directly on me. “It’s rude to stare, you know,” he said, his voice quiet but pointed.  

I flushed. “I wasn’t—I mean, I was. Sorry. It’s just…” I gestured vaguely to his wand. “Your wand. It’s fascinating.”  

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but then a faint smirk returned to his face. “Most people would say the same about my eyes. But you’re different, aren’t you?”  

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just nodded, murmuring another quick apology before darting toward the loo as quickly as I could without risking another collision.  

When I emerged moments later, considerably less frantic, Ominis was still there, leaning casually against the wall, his wand now hanging loosely by his side.  

“Feel better?” he asked, his tone as calm as before.  

“Much,” I admitted, a bit sheepishly.  

“Good,” he said with a faint smirk. “Welcome to Hogwarts. It’s always this chaotic, by the way. You’ll learn to embrace it eventually.”  

“Thanks again,” I said, brushing myself off and offering Ominis a small smile.  

“No trouble at all,” he replied, his tone light and easy. “Where are you headed next? Perhaps I can point you in the right direction—save you another fifteen minutes of running in circles.”  

I felt a flush creep up my neck. “Well, actually… I’m supposed to meet someone at the Hogwarts exit, but—” I hesitated, biting my lip. “I’m not entirely sure where that is.”  

Ominis tilted his head slightly, a faint smile on his face. “The castle’s layout can be daunting at first. I’d be happy to walk you there if you’d like.”  

“You really don’t have to,” I said quickly, not wanting to trouble him.  

“Don’t be silly,” he replied, his tone firm but kind. “If I don’t, you’ll likely end up halfway to the Slytherin’s Dungeons by mistake.” His faint smile grew, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly.  

“Well, if you’re sure,” I said, grateful. “Thank you, Ominis.”  

As we began walking, I couldn’t help but watch him with fascination. His movements were smooth, his wand guiding him effortlessly around obstacles as if the castle was imprinted in his mind.  

“You’re staring,” he said suddenly, his tone amused.  

I blinked, caught off guard. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”  

He chuckled softly. “It’s alright. I’m used to it. You’re curious about the wand, aren’t you?”  

I nodded, unable to deny it. “It’s incredible. I’ve read about wands like that—used for navigation. It must be so… unique to work with magic in that way.”  

“It is,” Ominis said, his tone thoughtful. “It’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. But I’ll admit, I can tell when someone’s staring at it with the intent to study it.”  

I laughed nervously. “Guilty as charged. I can’t help it; magic fascinates me.”  

“Then you’re in the right place,” he said with a faint smile.  

We walked in companionable silence for a moment before I spoke again. “You were at Summoner’s Court yesterday, weren’t you? And in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?”  

“I was,” Ominis said, a trace of amusement in his voice. “Summoner’s Court is always entertaining, and as for Defense Against the Dark Arts, it’s a favorite of mine.”  

“You didn’t say anything,” I said, slightly surprised.  

“Didn’t seem necessary,” he replied with a small shrug. “You were doing well enough without needing any commentary from me. Your duel with Sebastian was quite impressive.”  

“You think so?” I asked, feeling a flush of pride.  

“Absolutely,” Ominis said. “I may not see as others do, but I hear everything—footsteps, spellwork, the way the room shifts around the energy of a duel. And trust me, it was clear to everyone in that room that you’re someone to watch.”  

I blinked, taken aback. “That’s… thank you. That means a lot.”  

Ominis’s expression softened. “Sebastian was quite taken with it as well, though he’d never admit it outright. He might give you a hard time about it, but that’s just his way.”  

I laughed softly. “He already has. But it’s good to know I earned at least a bit of his respect.”  

“As you should,” Ominis said with a faint smile. “Few students can match him so quickly. It’s no small feat.”  

As we neared the castle’s exit, Ominis stopped and turned slightly toward me. “This is where you’ll meet Sebastian, correct?”  

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “Thank you, Ominis. I would’ve been hopelessly lost without you.”  

“It was no trouble,” he said. “Good luck with your errands, Jessa. And do try to keep Sebastian out of trouble, will you?”  

I smiled. “I’ll do my best.”  

With that, he stepped back, his wand glowing faintly as he disappeared into the corridors. I stood there for a moment, watching him go, before turning to scan the grounds for Sebastian.

————

Ominis’s POV

That was certainly not how I expected to meet Jessa formally, the new fifth-year who had quickly become the talk of the school. The entire castle seemed to buzz with stories about her—how she arrived late to the Sorting, her duel with Sebastian, and her sharp mind. Yet, when our paths crossed, she was more curious about my wand than my surname or my eyes.

Considering she is a Valancaire, I would think she would be aware of me—or at least cautious. But no. There was no hesitation, no subtle shift in tone when I mentioned my name. She didn’t treat me like some delicate puzzle to be solved, nor did she tread carefully, as if stepping too close would unravel something sinister.

She’s a true Ravenclaw, no doubt about that—eager, thoughtful, and endlessly curious. But maps? Not her strong suit. It’s almost endearing how easily she can get turned around in a place like Hogwarts. I’ll admit, there’s something charming about someone who can duel Sebastian Sallow to a standstill but struggles to find the castle exit.

Yes, Jessa was unexpected. And I think I liked that.

_____

Jessa’s  POV

Thanks to Ominis, I didn’t get lost and make a complete fool of myself—again. After the utterly mortifying moment earlier, when I ran headlong into him while desperately searching for the loo, I was grateful he didn’t hold it against me. He’d even been kind enough to walk me to the gates, ensuring I wouldn’t end up wandering the castle corridors for another fifteen minutes.  

When we reached the gates, I spotted Sebastian leaning casually against the archway, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as he watched us approach. His expression was equal parts amused and curious, his sharp blue eyes taking everything in.  

“Was that Ominis with you?” he asked, his tone teasing as he straightened up.  

“It was,” I said, shrugging as I glanced back. Ominis was already making his way back toward the castle, his wand subtly guiding his steps. “He helped me find the way. After earlier... well, I think he took pity on me.”  

Sebastian’s grin widened. “Earlier?”  

I hesitated, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t going to let it go. “I might have... bumped into him while running around like an idiot trying to find the loo.”  

That earned me a proper laugh, warm and rich. “That’s brilliant. Poor Ominis—he must’ve thought you were completely mad.”  

I sighed, trying not to feel too embarrassed. “He was very gracious about it, actually. And apparently, he’s been keeping tabs on me—he said he was at summoner’s court and Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday. He mentioned you’re quite the vivid storyteller.”  

Sebastian smirked, clearly pleased. “Ominis doesn’t miss much, even without seeing. Though I’ll admit, I might have exaggerated your brilliance just a little.”  

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sure you did.”  

“But,” he added, stepping forward with a mock-serious expression, “I suppose you’re here for more than just to recount embarrassing tales?”  

“Professor Weasley mentioned you’d be helping me get my supplies, remember?”  

“Ah, yes. Our little Hogsmeade adventure,” Sebastian said, his grin turning sly. “And, as promised, I’ll fill you in on that intriguing organization I teased yesterday. But first—” he gestured toward the path with a flourish—“let’s see if you’re any better at navigating Hogsmeade than you are at Hogwarts.”  

I groaned. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”  

“Not a chance, Valancaire,” Sebastian said, laughing as he started down the path. “Now, come on. Let’s see what trouble we can get into.”

————

Sebastian’s POV

It was downright hilarious hearing how Jessa had formally met Ominis. When she told me about their encounter earlier, I couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, it had to involve something absurd—Jessa, the new talk of the school, running into Ominis while desperately searching for the loo. It was exactly the kind of thing I’d expect from her. She’s full of surprises, after all.  

Now, as we made our way to Hogsmeade, I decided to keep things light. She seemed more comfortable today, her curiosity shining as she took in the scenery. Naturally, I couldn’t resist throwing in a few “facts” along the way—half-truths, really, but it was worth it to see her reactions.  

“Did you know,” I said, gesturing toward the forested area in the distance, “that there’s a hidden tunnel out there leading to a goblin treasure hoard?”  

Jessa raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “And I suppose you’ve been there?”  

“Not yet,” I replied with a grin. “But I’m working on it. Give me time.”  

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”  

“Maybe. But you’re still walking with me,” I teased.  

When we passed the Black Lake, I pointed to a dark patch of water. “Right there,” I said, “is where the Giant Squid pulled a student under once. Terrifying, isn’t it?”  

Jessa stopped, looking between me and the lake, her skepticism obvious. “Pulled them under? Really?”  

“Alright, fine,” I admitted, smirking. “It actually helped the poor sod back out after they fell in. But my version’s more exciting.”  

“Exciting isn’t always better,” she shot back, though her lips curved into a smile.  

Despite my playful teasing, I could tell she was growing more at ease. The nervousness from yesterday had faded, replaced with a quiet confidence that suited her.
—

I told her about the Forbidden Forest as we walked, half expecting her to show some hesitation. But instead, her sapphire blue eyes sparkled with excitement, a reaction that left me both impressed and slightly uneasy. Most students avoided even talking about the Forest, but Jessa seemed intrigued, almost enchanted by the idea of it.  

“That’s where the Centaurs dwell,” I said, keeping my tone casual, “along with a fair share of things you wouldn’t want to cross paths with. It’s dangerous, unpredictable, and ancient in ways that most can’t even begin to understand.”  

Her gaze lingered on the distant tree line, as if she could already see the mysteries hidden within. “It sounds fascinating,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.  

As we continued, I felt that connection again—the one I couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t constant, more like a tide that ebbed and flowed, sometimes fading to the background and other times washing over me with full force.  

It was there now, a subtle pull, reminding me that Jessa Valancaire was no ordinary person. She was a mystery wrapped in curiosity, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t ignore the undeniable link between us.

———

We arrived at Hogsmeade, the village bustling with students and shopkeepers, its charm radiating from every cobblestone and crooked chimney. I turned to Jessa and offered, “I can accompany you to the shops you need. Make sure you don’t get lost.”  

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I’ll be fine, Sebastian. Hogsmeade is much more distinctive than Hogwarts. No endless corridors or shifting staircases to confuse me here.”  

I arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Are you sure? Your track record with navigation so far hasn’t exactly been stellar.”  

Her laughter only deepened, her sapphire eyes glinting with amusement. “I promise I won’t get lost this time. Besides, don’t you have something important to do? Go find that gift for your sister.”  

I paused for a moment. I’d mentioned Anne to her in passing, explained that I wanted to pick up something special for her. I hadn’t gone into detail about Anne’s condition—just enough for Jessa to know that she wasn’t well.  

Her expression shifted then, her usual curiosity dimming as a visible sadness flickered in her eyes. “That’s really thoughtful of you,” she said softly, her voice gentle.  

I nodded, trying to brush off the weight of it. “Anne deserves something nice.”  

Jessa didn’t press further, for which I was grateful. Instead, she smiled and gestured toward the row of shops. “Go on, then. I’ll be fine. Hogsmeade’s charm is impossible to resist—I'll manage without getting lost this time.”  

Still, I hesitated, my protective instincts kicking in. But as I watched her stride off with confidence, I couldn’t help but smile. Jessa Valancaire might get turned around in a castle, but out here, she looked like she belonged.

——
Jessa’s POV

As I parted ways with Sebastian, a lingering sadness tugged at my heart. Hearing him mention his sister and her struggles had stirred something deep within me. I knew what it was like to see your family suffer—how their pain could ripple through your own life, leaving marks you couldn’t erase. It was a quiet kind of sorrow, one I hadn’t realized I shared with others until now.  

I told Sebastian to go find that gift for her, insisting I’d be fine on my own. But as I watched him walk away, I felt an unexpected pull—a need to do something for her, too. I didn’t know Anne, but I felt a strange kinship with her through Sebastian’s words. She was someone who mattered deeply to him, and that was enough for me to want to make a gesture.  

Luckily, my forward-thinking mother had ensured that I didn’t lose much when the dragon attacked. My clothes, books, and personal keepsakes had been sent ahead to Hogwarts. What I lost—potion ingredients and some scrolls—were things I could easily replace. Within no time, I had everything restocked and neatly tucked into my bag.  

With the essentials handled, I realized I had a bit of spare time. And that’s when the idea struck me: I could find something for Anne. A gift that might bring her even a moment of happiness. It felt right, almost like something I was meant to do.  

The cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade were bustling with life, and the shop windows sparkled with possibilities. I started my search, scanning each display for something special. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I hoped that when I saw it, I’d know. 

As I wandered through the quaint streets of Hogsmeade, the idea of a quill kept circling back to my mind. If Anne wasn’t able to attend Hogwarts anymore, she was probably writing to her friends often. Letters might be her way of staying connected to a world she couldn’t be part of directly. A thoughtful quill could make those moments a little more special.  

But not just any quill would do. It had to be something meaningful, something that would feel personal to her. I passed a few shop windows, admiring the variety on display—simple quills, ornate ones, even enchanted ones that glimmered faintly in the light.  

Then, a particular quill caught my eye. It was nestled in a display box at Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, its plume a soft, iridescent blue that shifted in the light like the surface of a calm lake. It wasn’t flashy, but it had an elegance to it, a quiet beauty that made it stand out. The shopkeeper explained it was enchanted for ease and practical use. He explained it in more detailed and I was sold.

“I’ll take it,” I said, smiling as I handed over the coins.  

As I left the shop, the quill carefully wrapped and tucked into my bag, I felt a sense of satisfaction. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A small token of kindness for someone who deserved a little brightness in her life. 

—-

I met Sebastian at the bustling square, the air filled with the chatter of students and the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods from nearby shops. He spotted me first, waving casually as he made his way over.  

“Did you manage to find everything you needed?” he asked, his tone light but with a hint of genuine interest.  

I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I did. Hogsmeade is surprisingly easy to navigate—no thanks to your doubt.”  

Sebastian smirked, clearly amused. “I was just being realistic.” Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he added, “Well, as a proper welcome to Hogsmeade, I think I owe you a butterbeer. My treat.”  

“A butterbeer?” I repeated, my smile widening. “Are you trying to bribe me into forgetting your lack of faith in my sense of direction?”  

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m trying to make up for it. Besides, it’s practically a rite of passage here. You can’t say you’ve been to Hogsmeade without having one.”  

I couldn’t argue with that. The idea of sitting down with a warm butterbeer sounded inviting after the morning’s adventure. “Alright, lead the way,” I said, gesturing for him to take the lead.  

—-

As we started making our way toward the Three Broomsticks, the lively sounds of the square seemed to wrap around us, warm and inviting. Sebastian walked beside me, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he made some joke I only half heard, my mind wandering to the events of the day.  

But just as the familiar sign of the Three Broomsticks came into view, the atmosphere shifted. A sudden, piercing scream shattered the cozy hum of Hogsmeade, followed by a deafening crash that made the ground tremble beneath our feet.  

“What was that?” I asked, my steps faltering.  

Before Sebastian could respond, a low, thunderous growl rolled through the air, so deep it seemed to reverberate in my chest. Then came the panicked voice of someone shouting above the chaos, clear and unmistakable:  

“TROLL!”  

I turned to Sebastian, my heart racing. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a sharp intensity I hadn’t seen before. He grabbed my arm, steadying me as we stood frozen for a moment, the sounds of the village growing more chaotic with each second.  

Without hesitation, he let go, his expression hardening. “Stay close,” he said firmly, his hand already on his wand. Butterbeer was the last thing on our minds now as we both turned toward the commotion, ready to face whatever madness awaited us. 

——

The chaos in Hogsmeade was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The roars of the troll echoed through the narrow streets as experienced witches and wizards worked tirelessly to draw it away from the village. Their coordinated shouts and spells eventually faded into the distance, and for a moment, I thought it was over.  

But as Sebastian and I stood in the square, catching our breaths, a new sound reached us—a low, guttural growl that sent shivers down my spine.  

Turning toward the source, I saw it: another troll, lumbering into the square, its massive form casting long shadows under the pale winter sun. Its beady eyes scanned the deserted square, and when they landed on us, it let out an earth-shaking roar that made my ears ring.  

Sebastian and I glanced at each other. There was no need for words—just one shared look, like an unspoken understanding. A silent connection passed between us, and in that moment, I knew what he was thinking.  

We had to act.  

Sebastian tightened his grip on his wand, his expression shifting to one of fierce determination. I mirrored him, my own wand feeling steady in my hand despite the adrenaline coursing through me.  

“Ready?” he asked, his voice calm but charged with purpose.  

I nodded, my sapphire blue eyes locking onto the troll. “Let’s do this.”  

Together, we stepped forward, the square eerily silent except for the heavy thuds of the troll’s footsteps and the crackling energy of magic that hung in the air. 

——

The troll roared, shaking the very ground beneath us as it swung its massive club. Sebastian dodged expertly, sending a barrage of advanced damaging spells—Confringo, Expulso, Bombarda—all of which landed with precision. Yet the beast hardly seemed fazed, its thick hide absorbing most of the impact.  

Meanwhile, I tried my best, using the limited arsenal of spells I had learned. My Stupefy barely slowed it, and my Levioso only served to unbalance it momentarily. I felt useless, but I knew I could at least distract it, drawing its attention so Sebastian could land more hits.  

“Over here, you lumbering oaf!” I shouted, sending a basic spell toward its feet. The troll roared in frustration, stomping toward me as I darted to the side.  

Sebastian, panting heavily, threw another Expulso that sent chunks of stone flying, but the troll barely staggered. We were both out of breath, our magic reserves wearing thin. Meanwhile, the troll was still moving with unrelenting fury, its heavy club swinging dangerously close.  

“This isn’t working,” Sebastian muttered, his voice laced with frustration.  

Before I could respond, something caught my eye—a faint glow just above the troll. It wasn’t a spell cast by either of us. It hovered there, strange and otherworldly, shimmering with an intensity that was hard to describe.  

Almost instinctively, my wand moved on its own. I flicked it upward, my mind barely processing what I was doing. The glow above the troll condensed, transforming into a crackling bolt of lightning.  

The bolt struck the troll directly, a blinding flash of light and deafening crack of thunder filling the square. The creature let out one final roar before collapsing to the ground with a resounding crash, motionless.  

I stood there, stunned, my wand still raised. My heart pounded in my chest as the remnants of the lightning faded into the air.  

Sebastian stared at me, his chest heaving. “What… was that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my own voice trembling. My eyes darted to the fallen troll, then back to my wand, as if searching for an answer.  

We both stood in silence, the enormity of what had just happened sinking in. Whatever that was, it hadn’t been any spell I had learned. And judging by Sebastian’s expression, he was just as baffled—and intrigued—as I was.


———

Officer Singer arrived shortly after the troll fell, her presence commanding as she inspected the aftermath. The other wizards and witches from the town trailed behind her, murmuring with a mix of disbelief and amazement.  

“You two did this?” she asked, her tone incredulous as she gestured toward the fallen troll.  

Sebastian and I exchanged a glance, both of us still trying to catch our breath. “It wasn’t easy,” Sebastian said, his voice steady but carrying a trace of weariness.  

Singer narrowed her eyes but then softened, her concern taking over. “Are either of you hurt?”  

“We’re fine,” I assured her, though my legs still felt shaky from the ordeal.  

She looked at the troll again and shook her head. “I don’t know how you managed it, but you saved lives today. Still, you’re students—leave this sort of thing to trained wizards. You should be on your way now before any more danger finds you.”  

Reluctantly, we nodded, knowing she was right. Sebastian gave me a small nudge, and we began making our way toward the Three Broomsticks.  

The streets were alive with whispers as news of the troll attack spread like wildfire. People pointed in awe, though I couldn’t tell if they were amazed by our actions or shocked that two students had taken on a troll at all.  

As we turned a corner, a low, hushed conversation caught my attention. Two figures stood in the shadows—a man and a goblin, their words barely audible over the chatter of the crowd.  

The goblin’s voice was sharp and filled with anger. “Your distraction was supposed to be perfect!”  

“And it was,” the man replied, his tone cold and measured. “Until a pair of students decided to play hero.”  

Sebastian and I froze in place, exchanging a wary glance. The man’s words sent a chill down my spine, and my grip tightened on my wand.  

The goblin sneered. “This complicates things. If Ranrok finds out—”  

“Then make sure he doesn’t,” the man cut him off, his tone brooking no argument.  

The goblin muttered something under his breath, but before either of them could notice us, Sebastian grabbed my arm and gently pulled me along.  

“Let’s keep moving,” he whispered, his expression serious.  

As we continued toward the Three Broomsticks, my mind raced with questions. Who were they? What was this distraction they mentioned? And why did it involve trolls?  

Sebastian’s jaw was clenched, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something more guarded. “We need to be careful,” he said quietly, his voice low but firm.  

I nodded, though my thoughts were already turning over what we had just overheard. Whatever this was, it felt bigger than just a rogue troll attack. And somehow, I had the sinking feeling that we were only scratching the surface of something much darker.

—-

We finally made it to the warmth and safety of the Three Broomsticks. The inviting chatter of patrons and the scent of butterbeer filled the air, offering a welcome contrast to the chaos outside. Taking a seat at the bar, I felt my legs finally begin to relax, the tension of the troll fight slowly fading.  

The owner, a warm and friendly woman, approached us with a curious smile. Her sharp eyes scanned me for a moment before she spoke. “You’re a face I haven’t seen before.”  

I offered a small smile and introduced myself. “I’m Jessa Valancaire, a new student at Hogwarts.”  

“Jessa Valancaire, is it? Welcome to Hogsmeade,” she said, her tone both welcoming and intrigued. “I’m Sirona Ryan, owner of this fine establishment. And I’ve heard quite the story about what happened outside.”  

Her mention of the troll made Sebastian and me exchange a glance, but before either of us could respond, she continued, “The entire village owes you both a debt of gratitude. And as thanks, all your drinks are on the house today.”  

Sebastian’s eyes lit up at that, his mood noticeably lifting. “Free butterbeer? Well, maybe taking down a troll isn’t so bad after all.”  

Sirona chuckled, setting two frothing mugs of butterbeer in front of us. “It’s the least I can do. You’ve both earned it.”  

I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, the sweet aroma of butterbeer soothing my frayed nerves. “Thank you, Ms. Ryan,” I said sincerely.  

“Call me Sirona,” she said with a wink. “Enjoy your drinks, and let me know if you need anything else.”  

As she moved on to tend to other customers, I took a sip of the butterbeer. Its warmth spread through me instantly, calming the lingering adrenaline from the fight.  

Sebastian leaned back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, if I’d known saving Hogsmeade came with free drinks, I’d have picked a troll fight ages ago.”  

I laughed, the sound finally breaking the tension that had followed us since the square. “Let’s hope we don’t have to do that again anytime soon.”  

“So,” I I leaned in, setting my own frothy mug down, “you’ve been going on about this ‘intriguing organization’ for a while now. Care to enlighten me?”  

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Ah, you mean the Crossed Wands? I was wondering when you’d ask.”  

I raised an eyebrow. “The Crossed Wands? Sounds like some secret society. What is it, exactly?”  

“It’s not exactly a secret,” he said, his grin widening. “It’s the unofficial dueling club at Hogwarts. A place where students can practice spells, test their skills, and have a bit of fun in a more... competitive setting.”  

“Competitive?” I repeated, crossing my arms. “So, basically, it’s students flinging spells at each other for sport.”  

“Exactly,” he said with a chuckle. “But it’s more than that. It’s a chance to learn, to improve, and to face challenges you wouldn’t get in class. Trust me, there’s no better way to truly master magic than by applying it in a duel.”  

“And it’s safe?” I asked skeptically.  

“Completely,” he assured me. “There are strict rules—no dangerous spells, and every match has a referee to keep things in check. Lucan Brattleby, a Gryffindor first-year, runs the whole thing. Don’t let his age fool you; he’s brilliant at organizing it.”  

I swirled my butterbeer, mulling it over. “And why are you so keen on telling me about it? Do you recruit for this... *club*?”  

Sebastian laughed, leaning forward with an almost conspiratorial air. “No recruiting necessary—it sells itself. But I thought you might be interested. After all, you’re getting the hang of things quickly, and this would be a great way to push yourself further.”  

“Ah, so this is all for my benefit?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.  

“Naturally,” he said, feigning a look of innocence. “I’d even be your partner for your first duel. Beginners usually start in pairs—it’s a bit less daunting than going head-to-head solo right away.”  

“How noble of you,” I said, smirking. “Saving me from certain defeat?”  

“Exactly,” he replied, his grin turning mischievous. “Though if you’re feeling particularly confident, I wouldn’t mind going a round against you myself.”  

I laughed, shaking my head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. How does it work, anyway? Do I just show up and start firing off spells?”  

“Not quite,” he explained. “Meetings are held in the clocktower courtyard. Lucan pairs up duelists based on skill level, and it’s all very orderly. The next meeting is tomorrow evening, and I think you’d be a hit.”  

I tilted my head, intrigued despite myself. “Alright, I’ll consider it. But if I end up getting hexed into oblivion, I’m holding you personally responsible.”  

“Fair enough,” Sebastian said, raising his mug in a toast. “Here’s to your dueling debut. You won’t regret it.”  

Clinking my mug against his, I took a sip, for the first time since we arrived, it felt like the weight of the day was starting to lift. But even as we sat there, enjoying our butterbeer and the lively hum of the Three Broomsticks, the memory of that shadowy conversation in the alley lingered in the back of my mind.

——-

After we finished our butterbeer, Sebastian stretched lazily, setting his empty mug down with a satisfied sigh. “Well, that hit the spot,” he said, glancing at me. “But we should probably head back before we draw too much attention. Troll-slaying heroes or not, I doubt the professors will take kindly to us wandering around too long.”  

I nodded, standing from my seat as we made our way to the door. The streets of Hogsmeade were calmer now, the earlier chaos replaced by murmured conversations and cautious glances.  

As we walked along the path back to Hogwarts, the silence between us was easy, comfortable. But then, Sebastian spoke, his tone uncharacteristically soft. “Jessa, I know we’ve only just met, but… I can tell you’re carrying something.”  

I glanced at him, startled by the shift in his tone.  

“I’m not asking for details,” he quickly added, holding up a hand as if to reassure me. “I’m not forcing anything. But I want you to know, if you ever need someone to talk to—or someone to watch your back—I’m here. You can count on me.”  

His words caught me off guard. They weren’t just idle remarks; there was a sincerity in his voice that resonated deeply. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.  

Then, almost as if in response to his words, that strange, familiar connection stirred within me again. It was like a low hum, a buzzing warmth that grew stronger when we were close. It was fleeting, but undeniable.  

I smiled softly, trying to mask the emotions welling up inside. “Thank you, Sebastian. That… means a lot.”  

He grinned, his usual confident demeanor returning. “Of course it does. I’m excellent at this whole ‘being a good friend’ thing.”  

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me.  

As we continued walking, I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever this connection between us was, it wasn’t something to ignore. And maybe, just maybe, Sebastian’s offer wasn’t one I should brush aside so easily.

——

We reached the Central Hall, the hum of students passing by echoing around us. As we walked, something suddenly dawned on me. The gift!  

“Wait!” I exclaimed, coming to an abrupt halt.  

Sebastian turned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “What is it?”  

Without answering, I dropped to my knees and began rummaging through my bag.  

“Did you lose something?” he asked, half-amused, half-concerned.  

“Just… give me a second,” I muttered, shuffling through the contents until my fingers brushed against the carefully wrapped quill—its plume a soft, iridescent blue peering. Pulling it out, I stood and held it up with a small, triumphant smile.  

He looked at the quill, then back at me, clearly puzzled. “What’s that?”  

“It’s for Anne,” I said, feeling a bit shy now that I was explaining. “As a thank you for letting me borrow her brother today. I thought she might like it.”  

Sebastian tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “That’s thoughtful. By your looks I bet there is something special about it?”  

I smiled, feeling a little more confident as I unwrapped it to show him. “This isn’t just any quill. It’s enchanted to self-ink, so she’ll never need an inkpot. And—” I leaned in conspiratorially, “—it also resists smudging, even with enchanted parchment. I thought she might appreciate that.”  

He reached out to take the quill, his fingers brushing mine for a moment. He studied it closely, as though trying to imagine Anne using it. For a moment, his usual witty demeanor softened into something gentler.  

“You really didn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.  

“I wanted to,” I replied simply. “She’s important to you, so…”  

He paused, then nodded, carefully tucking the quill into his bag. “Thank you, Jessa. She’s going to love it.”  

“I hope so,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious now. “It’s nothing fancy, but I thought it might brighten her day.”  

Sebastian smiled, not his usual mischievous grin, but something warm and sincere. “It’s perfect.”  

The warmth of his words settled over me, and for a moment, we stood there in comfortable silence. Then I cleared my throat, breaking the moment.  

“Right, well… let’s get moving before someone overhears us and starts asking about trolls,” I said with a small laugh. 

He chuckled softly and fell into step beside me. As we walked, the buzzing connection I’d felt before flickered once more, faint but undeniably there, a subtle warmth growing with every step.