Passionate Professors || Sebastian Sallow

Part 1 | Ch. 23 - Apologies *

Sebastian and I reached his room after the staff meeting by practically skipping though the halls. He was attempting to cheer me up, not realizing he was the reason I was upset. It was hard to imagine that this version of him was intertwined with the one I'd seen in the corridors late last night.

He unlocked the door, letting me go in first. His room was the same size and layout as mine, housing a queen bed, dresser, nightstand, and armoire. He hadn't done much to the space, the walls sporting a few hung Slytherin banners and a crooked Ballycastle Bats Quidditch poster.

"Ballycastle Bats?" I asked, poking fun at the team he chose to cheer for. I was trying to lighten my own mood, distract myself from all the noise in my head.

"I knew you were going to say that!" He laughed and shook his head, digging through a drawer for a clean pair of pants.

"I just thought you were a Chudley Cannons fan, that's all." I remembered the obnoxious banner he hung behind his four poster bed in his Slytherin dorm room, citing all their stats and that they were the best team in the league.

"Ballycastle was Anne's favorite, I supported them for her before she died and ended up enjoying the team." He had moved to the armoire, selecting one of his many perfectly pressed white button up shirts. "I wanted to take her to a game but she was too sick at that point."

I frowned at the thought of him excitedly bringing a pair of tickets home, only for her to writhe in pain, grateful for the gesture but too exhausted to go.

Sebastian made his way to the bathroom closing the door over just enough but not fully to block my view. He continued to talk to me as he cleaned up. I could see him in the mirror over the basin through the opening as he faced away from me.

"So are you still a Montrose Magpies fan?" He said as he unbuttoned his shirt, each button revealing more of his chest. His back was a mountain of muscles, his trapezoids strong, no wonder his shirt always tugged around his shoulders and threatened to bust open at the seams. Throwing the stained garment on the floor, he undid his belt, pulling the leather through the belt loops in one swift movement, his pants loosening around his waist.

"Yeah, I am. They haven't been very good the last couple of years though." I tried to focus on anything but him undressing in the other room. "They need a new Seeker, maybe I'll pay more attention to Ballycastle this season."

"I think they're going to win the Quidditch World Cup this year," he added, his pants suddenly around his ankles as he stood in just his boxer-briefs, of course they were dark green. My cheeks reddened and I fought a smile, noticing the back dimples just above his waistband. I always used to run my finger over them when we were snuggling in bed, feeling the divots over and over. "Besides, Montrose has sucked the last few years."

My cheeks throbbed with heat as they flushed, blood rushing to my face. I tried to catch my breath, careful not to let him see me staring. Instinctively, I clenched my thighs together, desperate to rid myself of the dull ache that had formed.

"Yeah, you could be right, Montrose has gone stale," I reluctantly looked away, two photographs on his nightstand catching my attention.

The first one was a family photo of his parents, him, and Anne. They were at the beach, Anne and Sebastian were squinting their eyes at the sun but smiling, proud of the sandcastle they had built in front of them. Their parents lovingly wrapped their arms around the twins, their grins infectious. The second was a picture of Sebastian and Ominis, the two had an arm slung over the other's shoulder, a spilling Butterbeer tankard in each of their free hands.

Sebastian came out of the bathroom, much more put together than before. Had he washed his hair? It was damp and tousled, the lingering dittany leaves brushed away. He wore a pair of plaid brown slacks, his crisp white shirt tucked in, once again the top two buttons left undone. He was weaving the same leather belt through the loops before he noticed me staring.