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After death, time moves on almost cruelly. As much as Sebastian Sallow wishes time would stop, it forces him to move on.
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- Part 4 of Hogwarts Legacy Pride Week 2025
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12 Aug 2026
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Professor Sallow was easygoing, loud, and casual, with the top button of his shirt undone, with his tie, if he even wore one, askew and half-knotted, slacks slightly wrinkled, and his hair perpetually tousled. The students adored Professor Sallow.
And then there was Professor Gaunt.
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- Part 66 of Sebinis collection
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11 Aug 2026
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“Are we still going to Hogsmeade later today?”
Ominis frowned, wondering if he’d misheard.
“What? No!”
Sebastian sounded genuinely disappointed. “Why not?”
“Because,” Ominis spluttered, “we’re fighting! I’m angry with you! You’re angry with me! So no, we’re not going to Hogsmeade!”
“That cancels it out then, doesn’t it?” Sebastian said lightly. “Plus minus equals zero, or PEMDAS, or something like that. Simple math, Ominis, really. Meet you by the gates around six?”
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- Part 75 of Sebinis collection
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11 Aug 2026
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“Thank you for the audio description,” Ominis said dryly, “but the only bollocks I care about right now are my own, because they’re about to freeze off.”
“Don’t be so negative — Ominis! He’s looking over here!”
“What?” Ominis tensed.
“He’s checking you out, Ominis!” Garreth sounded delighted. “He just looked you up like a lion sizing up its prey. Or its lioness. His eyes definitely dragged over your arse.”
“Stop!”
“Ominis, I’m not joking. He’s definitely ogling your arse. He just licked his lips. He’s — he’s coming over.”
or: the classic "fire alarm went off at 4am and I didn't think to bring clothes so now we're standing here, me in underpants, while the firefighters check the building"-au
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- Part 78 of Sebinis collection
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11 Aug 2026
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Ominis didn’t even remember falling asleep. Only became aware of the stiff ache in his neck and of a masculine, pleasant scent lingering in his nose. And that the pillow under his cheek was soft and slightly scratchy, with something solid beneath it.
He jolted upright.
“Good grief.” He wiped at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, silently praying he hadn’t drooled. “Please tell me I didn’t fall asleep on your shoulder.”
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- Part 79 of Sebinis collection
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11 Aug 2026