Shadow of a Compromise - Seventh Year

                                    

                                          
Y/N POV 
Sebastian had finally gotten a letter back from his application for St Mungo's, and it read that he was successful in gaining a position. He was working on the cure of magical maladies ward, where he used spells and plants and other things to heal people, like he wanted to heal Anne. Your Auror letter still hadn't come yet, but you weren't too upset. You were distracted with moving out, to none other than Feldcroft, but on the other side in a small cottage where Sebastian's parents had first moved out to. It was of sentimental value to him, and it was very cute so you'd obliged. 
"This is heavy," Sebastian said, as he picked up one of the larger boxes to move to the corner of the living room. 
"Just use a spell," you called out to him, rolling your eyes. For some reason he insisted on doing it all the muggle way, and not using any spells. 
"It'll be so much more satisfying when we're done if we don't do it with magic," Sebastian said. "Plus, I still don't like using my wand. You know that." He placed the box down in the corner and pulled a lamp out from the top of it. It was ugly, and he knew it. He looked at, then looked at you. You shrugged, he shrugged and then threw it aside. "That can go in the bin." 
"Yeah, it's ugly," you agreed, and he mockingly rolled his eyes. 
"Its too ugly, Sebastian, ehhh," he mocked, and you shook your head and narrowed your eyes. 
"I'd watch out if I were you," you warned him, trying not to show a smile on your face. 
"I will wrestle you on that couch," Sebastian pointed to the mustard thing he'd stolen from Rowley's old office as a memoir. 
"You wouldn't wrestle a lady." 
"I would wrestle you. Just like I would hit a blind guy." 
You opened your mouth in surprise and then giggled. "That is horrible! Why would you say that!?" 
"That's an Ominis joke, not a you joke," he shook his head, throwing a few books from the box onto the couch. "I'm getting my people mixed up. Where's the cat?" 
You walked towards the small kitchenette where the cat was sitting on the bench, watching the scene unfold. Just as you saw the cat however, Sebastian grabbed you from behind, picking you up and carrying you to the couch. 
You squealed and squirmed but he had you in his strong grip, his strong, generously freckled arms. He growled like he was pretending to be a troll. 
"Don't turn me on," you joked, and he threw you onto the couch. You raised your eyebrows at him. 
"Is that permission?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and turning to the cat. "How do we get him to not look?" 
"If you ask him, I don't think he'd mind." 
"Jinx," Sebastian said to the cat. "Mate. You need to look away now. Mother and father are going to-" he winked twice at you. You laughed and shook your head and he plunged forward onto the couch to kiss you. 

Imelda POV 
Imelda was asked to meet Ominis outside the undercroft. They were at school, packing their things to leave, when she received an owl from him. She was reluctant to go, but she figured she was about to leave school and she may as well see what he had to say. 
That, and she was deadly curious. 
When she reached the undercroft, Ominis was learning against the door, and Imelda seemed to get some terrible visuals of what happened last time they were here. 
"Did we really have to come here?" She asked him trying to look away from the door. 
"I'm sorry for what happened," Ominis told her, and she shook her head. Like any of it was his fault? Except perhaps for the part where they'd fought and hadn't talked. But they'd been through so much she didn't know what to say to him. Things had changed.