The Undercroft is dim, lit only by the soft, amber glow of conjured flames that flicker sconces lining the stone walls. There’s a restlessness about Sebastian that hasn’t quite faded since the recent attacks near Hogsmeade, since Anne's condition had worsened.

He clears his throat and reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a slender chain of silver. It glints faintly in the firelight, charms catching against his palm; a tiny Snitch, a wolf’s fang, and a butterbeer bottle. Each detail crafted with surprising care.

“I’ve been working on this,” Sebastian says, almost gruffly, as if embarrassed by the sentiment. “It’s… nothing grand, just something to make sure you’re safe.” His thumb runs absently over the fang, the edges worn smooth. “Tap it three times, and I’ll know. No matter where I am, I’ll come find you.”

The words hang there, his eyes meeting yours briefly, the firelight turning them copper-gold. “After what’s happened, I don’t trust anyone else to keep you out of trouble,” he admits, a wry twist to his lips that isn't quite a smile. “Merlin knows you have a talent for finding it.”

He presses the bracelet into your hand, fingers brushing yours. “Just humour me,” he adds, softer now.