evermore || sebastian sallow

Chapter 49 - Better Than Revenge

Warning: mature explicit themes

Chapter 49 - Better Than Revenge

Today was the last Quidditch match of the year: Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor.

Hallways bustling with students placing bets on which team will win the Quidditch cup, clad in their face paints and house colours, wearing blinding smiles and raucous peals of laughter while waving paper flags, did nothing to calm my mind for the game as I made my way to the Quidditch pitch.

My Quidditch robe was hung over my shoulders and my were shoes on my hand. They weren't the most comfortable shoes so I preferred to wear them right before I get on the field.

Down the hall, Andrew Larson gave me a wave, his hands covered in blue and bronze paint to support our house. "Y/n! Goodluck on the game today. I know you'll do our house proud," he encouraged, a bright smile on his face.

"Thank you, Andrew," I laughed a little, faking a smile because my thoughts were racing so much, "Get ready to announce Ravenclaw as the winner." I waved goodbye when I passed him, his eyes glinting proudly.

It was almost torture making my way to the Quidditch pitch because of my nerves. And I usually wasn't this nervous, though I knew exactly why I was feeling it this time around.

I got some glares from students who weren't betting on Ravenclaws winning. I ignored them. I didn't need them to provoke me. Instead, I focused on the marvelous energy some students were giving me.

"Hi, Y/n! Good luck on the game!" said a Hufflepuff girl.

"You'll be fantastic!" said another.

"You've got this, Miss Hero of Hogwarts!" said a Slytherin student.

Almost every hallway I turned to had students greeting me. I waved at them all, laughing despite my nerves and blushing at their encouragement. It was so different from when I started sixth year. Most people were putting me down for the exposure of my heritage, and now that it has died down, most were just giving their support. I supposed the Halloween Dance I put on also helped with my reputation.

Sebastian hasn't met with me before the game. Maybe he'll do it again in secret under the bleachers when my team was gone, or maybe he won't at all. Whatever it was, the fact he hasn't seen me at all today was making me nervous.

We haven't had a proper alone time in a month now actually, infecting my mind with wistful thoughts instead of pumping me up for Game Day with thrill.

It wasn't even the fact that Marvolo and Morphina were keeping closer watchful eyes on us, it was how we'd gotten so much busier. I was spending so much time studying for exams, it was tiring me out that I'd have no energy for socializing, and would often fall asleep on my books. He was the same. Although NEWTs were technically not until next year, we needed to study now just to be prepared, so I was doing that too, which I expected to do some days over the summer and all throughout seventh year. And when I wasn't studying for exams, I'd be practicing with my team for our last game, which was now. And when I was free, he would be with Samantha, planning the Year End Ball which was also quickly coming up after the exams.

I suddenly felt irritated at the thought of his time spent with her. I hated it. Call me jealous, so what of it? Have I no right to feel this way?

I finally made it outside of Hogwarts and took my time strolling across the grounds to reach the Quidditch pitch. I was taking this alone reprieve to calm my own nerves, using the fresh air, and the late May spring air to fill my veins with courage.