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"Stop worrying Padma. She'll probably just make me do some harmless lines. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Sebastian leaned back on the blue couch he was sprawled on, putting his head on Padma's lap.

"I'm having a hard time believing a person wearing cardigans like that is sweet and spineless, Sebastian."

He laughed. "Since when do you know anything about fashion sense Padma?"

She shoved him off the couch.

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Sebastian was on his way over to detention when he heard a loud curse from around the corner.

With a smirk, the Ravenclaw turned the corner, trying to look suave.

"Need a hand Weasley?"

Ron looked up from the floor, surrounded by books and candy wrappers.

"Oh. It's you."

"What do you mean, it's me?" Sebastian snorted before holding out a hand.

"As good as you look on your knees Weasley, I still consider myself a gentleman, so..."

Apparently those words weren't the best to say when Ron wasn't in balance, because now both boys were on the floor.

Sebastian smiled, even though he was being pinned by someone twice his size. "And now you're on top. Even better."

Ron scrambled off of him, his ears practically glowing in the dim corridor.

"What...what the hell are you doing out here?" The Gryffindor had bent over and was quickly shoving the books in his bag, providing Sebastian with quite a view.

Feeling his face heat, he cleared his throat. "Oh, the usual. I got detention with the toad."

Ron laughed. "Of course you did. What'd you do?"

"I asked if I could go take a piss and the rest is history."

Ron nodded, a little awkwardly. "Sounds about right."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Er, is it true you're trying out for Keeper this year?" Sebastian absently wondered what Ron would look like in Quidditch gear, liking the idea very much.

"Er, yeah. That's the plan," said Ron, freckles standing out sharply against his skin.

"Well, good luck with that mate! I'm sure you won't need it though." Sebastian winked, and then he was gone, leaving the corridor silent.

Ron blinked once before heaving a sigh, taking a much-needed chocolate frog out of his pocket and biting it's head off, leaning against the wall with flushed cheeks.

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"Good evening, Professor!" Sebastian stepped confidently into Umbridge's office, only to find her already looking up at him, a honeyed smile on her face.

"Please close the door behind you, Mr. Herondale."

He raised his eyebrows, and did as she said, crossing over to the chair and making himself at home, looking at the walls of her office with disgust.

It didn't help that the place just screamed neat, and Sebastian hated neat.

"You didn't strike me as one of those mental cat ladies, but whatever. You do you."

She pursed her lips. "It is just as I feared." Before Sebastian could ask her what she meant, she stood, her arms clasped in front and her head high.

"Mr. Herondale, you'll find that the Ministry and I come arm in arm. For you to disrespect me...It is practically disrespecting the Minister himself, which is something I cannot allow."

Sebastian blinked. "That's a little arrogant, don't you think?"

She ignored him. "You have left me with no other choice. You will do lines, so the message can sink in. I would like you to write I must respect my superiors."

He smirked. "That's original."

Umbridge crossed back to her desk, settling at like it was her home.

"You will find, Mr. Herondale, that you remember these lines using one of my favorites ways."

"And how is that?"

She smiled widely as she opened one of her drawers, placing an innocent quill in front of him.

"Begin."

Sebastian was getting a bad feeling in his stomach, but he put on a smile and picked up the quill, and placed it to the parchment, but it was then he realized something was missing.

"Er, where's the ink?"

"Oh, you'll do just fine without it." She had conjured herself a teacup and was pouring liquid into, and the lemony smell made the Ravenclaw want to hurl.

Taking a breath, Sebastian decided to doodle a bit to test out the quill. No harm in that, he decided.

The boy couldn't help himself as he drew little flowers on the corners of the page, not liking the red color one bit.

It was then when he felt it.

Searing pain siezed his hand, and it felt as if his skin was being torn out with a poker, and the boy couldn't help but let out an embarassing noise in response, as Sebastian had rather low pain tolerance.

He leapt to his feet, shouting words that would make the devil blush, and Umbridge simply took a sip of her tea, looking far too pleased with the whole thing.

"Mr. Herondale, please sit down and continue. We wouldn't want you to have to have to do this again, now would we?"

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It was a few hours later when the woman let Sebastian go, his hand a bloody mess and his ego far smaller than he wished it to be.

Stomping up to the Ravenclaw door, the boy rapped on it briskly, and the eagle started to speak.

"I am-"

"In a very bad mood and if I really have to deal with this bollocks right now and I will kick this door down."

After a minute of whispering to itself, the door swung open, and Sebastian stalked in, deciding that if Umbridge was going to give him hell, he may as well return the favor.

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