DOUBLE TROUBLE (Sebastian Sallow x F!MC)

seven: like falling with a knife, you cut deep

— Ominis? Are you here? — she called, frenetically.

— Daisy, what happened? — Sebastian asked once again, his tone growing more concerned, but still she didn't utter a word in his direction. She was still angry and disappointed about his behaviour the morning after she got drunk and the scene she had witnessed in the Great Hall with Adelaide.

— Ominis! — she said, once she finally saw him emerge from the bathroom. Ominis looked at her both confused and concerned.

— Daisy? What's up?

— Can I come in? — she asked, ignoring Sebastian still standing in front of her and, once Ominis nodded, she shoved her ex boyfriend out of her way and immediately entered the room. As soon as she did, though, she felt some sort of déjà vu that blocked her in her tracks. As if she had already been there recently.

But that was impossible, because she hadn't been in their room since the end of her fifth year. The day of her breakup with Sebastian had been the last time she had set foot in that space.

She shook that thought out of her head once Ominis motioned for her to sit on his bed and she nodded, before showing him the letter.

— This... came to me via owl this morning.

Ominis took a moment to read the content of the letter and he widened his eyes once he reached the bottom, staring at the last lines for a second before gently giving it back to her.

— I must say, I wouldn't have expected your family to be as bad as mine is, but I stand corrected.

— I can't have him here. It will make the rest of my seventh year a living hell. Why can't I bloody have one minute of peace? — she lamented, but before she could understand what was going on, Sebastian snatched the letter from her hands.

— Sebastian, give it back to me. This is none of your business.

— You came barging into my dorm like a bloody maniac, so I say this is my business indeed — Sebastian replied in an annoyed tone, before his eyes darted back to the letter. She watched his hands tightening progressively around the parchment.

— "... apparently he's as much of a rotten apple on the family tree as you are on ours" — he quoted. — The families of you pureblood lot surely sound delightful.

— Again, none of your business, Sebastian.

— So, do they think you need a babysitter? Haven't you told them that you broke up with the mudblood you were dating during your fifth year? — he asked in a jokingly manner, although there was a hint of bitterness laced into it, that made Daisy visibly flinch.

I assure you, they wouldn't be delighted to have a mudblood around their manor.

Ominis sensed her shift in emotions and he got up from the bed to take the letter away from his best friend, politely giving it back to her. — Thank you for warning me about this. Why are they so pressed about The Malfoy's Gala anyway? It was on a school night, after all.

Daisy was only two years away from graduation, and in her parents' minds that meant she should've already been betrothed with a pureblood, slytherin guy - of course, previously approved by her parents to ensure their children had the maximum amount of blood purity - to marry right after finishing school. She shivered in disgust at the thought.

— They wanted me to be introduced formally to a guy named Theodore Nott. He's an eight-year Slytherin.

— Ah, I know Theodore. He's a nice bloke, but most definitely not suited for an arranged marriage.