Chapter 7

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Sebastian's POV

It has been a couple of weeks since the party.

As September is ending, you can tell that Hogwarts is more lively. The students aren't wasting their free time anymore, as all of us have a lot of assignments to do. I remember that fifth year was stressful, with the O.W.L.s. around the corner, but the last year at Hogwarts is no joke. The professors expect the best from us, as we are about to finish our studies. And with the N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year, there is no time to waste.

Maybe it doesn't help that last year I didn't come back. Just maybe.

Professor Sharp has me working extra hours and I am honestly tired. Deep down I know I need the extra assignments, not that I will say that out loud anyway. And I know I need them because I have to ask for help on more than one occasion. Ominis is so done with me, and still, he keeps helping me even when I don't ask for help. It's like he has a sensor and can feel whenever I'm struggling to complete a task. He just sighs and asks me what's wrong.

At least I enjoy it. I missed studying last year, just like April has figured. I don't like to admit it very often, but I do enjoy the classes and tasks and the new knowledge I get from them.

I would have loved to ask April for help, but she already has enough on her plate. She spends most of her days running one way to another to fulfil her prefect duty and the work that the rest of us have. She's tired most of the time, and I would be worried if it wasn't for her attitude. It seems like she really likes to be busy. She can't even spend time with us, and the only times we see her are mostly at breakfast or in the library. Even Poppy seems a little down about it, she sure misses her as well.

As for me, I think this kind of pause is for the best. At least I'm able to feel relaxed around her, since we only see at academic environments. It's not like I have forgotten how I react to her being close to me, or how my heart jumps every time she laughs, but this distance has helped to put things in perspective. I was never going to do anything about this, and now I'm sure that's what's best to do. This way I get to stay by her side and be with her as her friend. That's what she needs right now. A trusting friend, like I promised her I would be, and nothing to complicate her life even more.

I am thinking about how much time has passed since the last time I had a nice conversation with her that didn't involve being in some class we share or talking about studies when Imelda sits in front of me at the Slytherin table.

"Hi Sallow."

I arch an eyebrow.

"Hi Reyes."

"I was thinking." Odd. "Have you ever tried Quidditch?"

I scoff.

"No. And no, I will not go to the try-out this weekend, if that's what you were going to ask."

She rolls her eyes.

"C'mon Sallow. You have always been a great flyer and I need players. Good players. I need to win this year."

"I'm not interested in fulfilling your needs, Imelda." I finish my breakfast and get up.

"It would piss Garreth off."

***

So, I'm going to the try-out Quidditch.

And no, it isn't just to annoy Garreth. I figured, if I'm going to spend most of my time sitting in a chair doing homework, I'm going to lose my mind. And maybe playing Quidditch will be a fun thing to do. It will help me keep in shape my reflexes, and it will make the time I have to study count more.

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