Oblivious // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

17. A Quidditch Friendly

Sebastian's Perspective

"Hey, Weasley!" I yelled after the redheaded boy, who was already out of our potions classroom.

He glanced over at me, and exhaled deeply. "What now, Sallow?"

I rolled my eyes at his attitude. He had been extremely sassy with me as of late, and I'm sure it had much to do with what went down at the hospital wing a couple of days ago.

"Y/N wanted to talk to you," I answered, trying to keep up a decent tone. "Something about apologizing."

Not that she needs to say sorry anyways. Garreth's the one being a big baby.

"I'm not exactly in the mood to speak with her yet," he scoffed, crossing his arms, "besides, I rather associate myself with girls that aren't such wagtails."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I stepped closer to the boy, staring down at his stupid red curls.

"You know exactly what I mean, Sallow," he said before darting over to his friends.

"Coward," I spat at him, and I began walking away.

As soon as he walked out of my line of sight, I felt relief wash over me. As I stretched out my hands, I could feel a slight ache in my knuckles from how tightly they were clenched.

I hated Garreth. Before, we actually used to get along. We were both beaters, and we'd practice together during free periods or during the weekends. But once Y/N came to Hogwarts last year, there was a huge rift between us. It was constant competitiveness over who got to spend time with her. But I knew she had a favorite—me.

"Sebastian," an out-of-breath voice let out from behind me, "did you manage to get Garreth?"

I turned around to see Y/N with an expectant look on her face. I didn't want to tell her what Garreth said, because it was a plain lie. Y/N was an extremely poised girl, and even if she was a "wagtail," it'd be none of Weasley's concern. At least Y/N was smart enough not to get with the likes of him.

"No, he ran off before I could get him," I lied, scratching the back of my neck anxiously. I hated lying to her.

"That's too bad," she huffed, lowering her eyes, "I guess I'll talk to him before the friendly today."

"The game! That's right."

I had completely forgotten that during our lunch period, we'd be having a Quidditch friendly against Gryffindor. Professor Kogawa had been nice enough to let us borrow the pitch, and with the help of Leander and Imelda, the entire school would be attending. Gryffindor versus Slytherin games were always full of cheer and excitement. Gryffindors played quite dirty, but they were no match for us. Slytherin would play even dirtier. This rivalry between houses is what made these games so lively, and it was rather ironic that they were called "friendlies."

But the parties that followed after were where the real excitement happened.

"You're going to do amazing," I reassured her after noticing her uneasy mannerisms. Like always, she was picking at her hands. "Don't stress about it."

She chuckled as she placed a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, but I can't help but worry that I'll get hurt again."

I stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders tight, shaking them. "I promise I won't let a single bludger go near you this time."

"You're my best cheerleader, Sebastian."

"I always will be."

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