Whispers of my heart - Sebastian Sallow x OC

Butterbeer's on him tonight

As the brisk winds of December swept through Hogwarts, the castle transformed into a winter wonderland. The courtyards were dusted with a powdery layer of snow, and the Great Hall was adorned with enchanted decorations that sparkled with holiday magic.

November had raced by in a blur of schoolwork and study sessions, and the transition to December brought with it a noticeable drop in temperature. The students bundled up in warm robes and scarves, and the grounds were now adorned with a delicate layer of frost.

Amidst the festive atmosphere, another Quidditch match loomed on the horizon – Slytherin against Hufflepuff. The anticipation was palpable, but there was a twist. 

Fiona Wallace, Slytherin's talented seeker, had suffered an injury during a practice session the day before. The news spread like wildfire, leaving the Slytherin team in a state of disarray.

Imelda, the Quidditch captain, paced anxiously in the common room. The lack of a seeker threatened Slytherin's chances in the upcoming match against Hufflepuff. She furrowed her brow, deep in thought, until a lightbulb moment struck her.

With newfound determination, Imelda sought out Sebastian, finding him in front of the fireplace engrossed in a book.

Imelda, approaching: "Sebastian, I need your help."

Sebastian, looking up: "Imelda, what's going on?"

Imelda, pacing: "I was thinking... Ophelia. I really hate to admit but, she's the fastest flyer I know, even faster than me. Do you think you could convince her to take Fiona's place as the seeker?"

Sebastian, considering: "Ophelia is an excellent flyer, that's true. But she's never played Quidditch competitively. It's a big ask."

Imelda, pleading: "Sebastian, we're desperate. Hufflepuff has an excellent seeker, and I can't let Slytherin down. I believe Ophelia can do it. Can you talk to her, please?"

Sebastian, nodding: "I'll talk to her, Imelda. But no promises. It's ultimately her decision."

He found Ophelia in the library, also engrossed in a book. Sebastian slid into the seat across from her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guess what? Slytherin is in need of a seeker for the next match against Hufflepuff. Any ideas?"

Ophelia looked up, curious. "Why are you grinning like that?"

Sebastian leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. "Imelda is desperate. Fiona is out, and she thinks you're the perfect replacement. What do you say? Ready for a little adventure on the Quidditch pitch?"

Ophelia hesitated, her mind already calculating the risks and excitement. "Quidditch? Me? I never played, Sebastian."

Sebastian chuckled. "Why not? You're the fastest flyer I know. Plus, I'll be there to guide you. It's a win-win."

Ophelia sighed, closing her book. "Alright, but you owe me a Butterbeer after this."

Sebastian smirked. "Deal."

The next day, the air buzzed with excitement as the Slytherin team gathered on the Quidditch pitch. Imelda anxiously awaited Sebastian and Ophelia's arrival. Her nerves were palpable.

Sebastian noticed Ophelia's unease and nudged her gently. "Nervous?"

Ophelia nodded, twirling her hair nervously. "I've never played Quidditch before. What if I mess up?"

Sebastian reassured her with a warm smile. "You won't mess up. Just focus on one thing – finding the snitch. Forget the rules; just catch that little golden ball. You've got this."

Imelda, pacing on the pitch, noticed Sebastian and Ophelia approaching. She rushed over, eyes wide with hope. "You convinced her?"

Sebastian nodded. "Meet your new seeker, Imelda."

Ophelia gave a hesitant smile, feeling the eyes of the team on her. Imelda, though anxious, managed a grateful smile. "Thank you, Ophelia. We're counting on you."

As they prepared for the match, Sebastian stayed close to Ophelia. "Remember, just focus on the snitch. Nothing else matters. And if you ever feel lost, look for me. I'll be right there."

Ophelia, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, nodded. "Alright, let's do this."

The match unfolded with exhilarating moments and heart-stopping close calls. Ophelia soared through the sky, her eyes fixed on the elusive golden snitch. The crowd erupted in cheers as she skillfully maneuvered through the opposing team's attempts to block her path.

In a thrilling moment, Ophelia spotted the snitch, dived, and with a swift, determined motion, captured it in her outstretched hand. The Slytherin supporters erupted in cheers as the victory was sealed.

Imelda, embracing Ophelia after the match: "You did it! You were incredible!"

Ophelia, breathless but beaming: "I can't believe we won!"

Sebastian, proud: "Told you, Ophelia. You were born to fly."

The match not only showcased Ophelia's natural talent but also strengthened the bonds within the Slytherin team.

Sebastian grinned and pulled Ophelia aside, giving her a triumphant kiss. "Butterbeer, as promised?"

Ophelia, still buzzing from the adrenaline, laughed. "Butterbeer's on him tonight, guys!"

The Slytherin team errupted in cheers and patted Sebastian's shoulder thanking him.

As they celebrated the unexpected victory in the three broomsticks, Ophelia couldn't help but feel grateful for Imelda's and Sebastian's encouragement and the newfound thrill of Quidditch.