Whilst makeup was something frowned upon in muggle London, it was rather commonplace in Hogwarts. Still, you found yourself feeling as though you were staring at a stranger as you glanced in the mirror, your freckles hidden by powder and your cheeks pinker with rouge. But you brushed off any insecurities and discomfort, and reminded yourself this was for Sebastian. That thought alone makes you consider taking it off: you possessed one of the most powerful forms or magic and were currently fighting against a goblin revolution, but here you were, making yourself pretty for a boy.

You remind yourself that this does not matter, because you care about Sebastian, and you’re also allowed to want to feel pretty. So you shake off your nerves and leave your dormitory, Sebastian waiting outside like usual. He smirks as he first sees you, but as you get closer, her frowns.

“Your freckles…they’re gone.” He reaches out to cup your face and brush his thumb where your freckles should be. “Wait...are you wearing makeup?” He sounds almost angry at the thought. Not at you, of course, more so the concept that you thought you needed to wear makeup at all. If it weren’t for the makeup, your cheeks would be burning red.

Sebastian’s eyes remain furrowed, until his eyes catch something in the background. The Hogwarts halls had been transformed by pink and red balloons, ribbons and garlands covered with hearts. Oh, it hits him, Valentines day. His frown quickly morphs back into a satisfied and smug grin, and your blush only grows. And although he can’t see it, he knows it’s there.

“You wore it for me?” His eyes are a mix of adoration and smugness. He can hardly bring himself to feel annoyed that your freckles are disguised (that’s a lie, he would do anything to se them again).