The dim glow of enchanted lanterns flickered along the stone corridors of Hogwarts, casting restless shadows as Y/N hurried toward the Undercroft. Sebastian had sent an urgent note—his familiar scrawl hinting at something he couldn’t discuss in the open. Heart pounding, she pushed open the hidden entrance, only to find him already waiting, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Took you long enough,” he teased, but there was something in his eyes—something dark, something desperate. Y/N swallowed. Whatever this was, it wasn’t just another one of his reckless schemes.