Closing the door of the undercroft and heading to the library. Sebastian looked in his own reflection from the windows to fix his hair—perfectly imperfect, by his own words. A seemingly prideful smile came across his lips right before someone, someone with heavy books now scattered all over the place bumped into him.

“Merlin’s name— are you alright?”

He said with a half raised eyebrow right before crouching down to pick up the mess.