DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 3 - Rivals and Instinct

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❝His voice was a whisper against my ear❞

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There I stood in the middle of the practice field, feeling anything but safe, well, or confident.

Dressed in borrowed Quidditch gear from Imelda—since mine had yet to arrive—I couldn't ignore how uncomfortably tight it felt. The snug fit left little to the imagination, making me painfully aware of how my body looked. I tugged at the hem of my shirt, trying to stretch it down, but it was useless. My high ponytail swayed slightly as I let out a sigh, standing next to my broom and waiting for the last player to arrive.

"There you are! Hurry up, we've been waiting for you, dumbass," Imelda scoffed, waving at someone behind me.

A tall figure in a green Slytherin shirt strolled past at an agonizingly slow pace. Then I caught a familiar scent—one I knew all too well. My gaze flickered to his shirt. Sallow NR.1.

You've got to be kidding me. I muttered a curse in Spanish under my breath, too quiet for anyone to hear.

"It's a little hard to be on time when you get the note ten minutes before training, Reyes!" he huffed, raking a hand through his hair as he turned to scan the new players. Then, his eyes landed on me.

His easygoing smile vanished in an instant. His brows knitted together, his expression darkening. He wasn't happy about this. Neither was I.

Sebastian grabbed Imelda's arm, whispering something into her ear. She simply laughed—a wicked, taunting sound—before rolling her eyes. "Grow up and get over it," she told him.

They both stepped forward again, but I could still feel the weight of his stare. Fury simmered in his gaze.

Training began with flying drills. I adjusted my gear—pulling up my pants, tightening my boots, lifting my bra for extra support. But I wasn't the only one getting ready.

His eyes were still on me. Burning into me. As I straightened up, he brushed past me roughly, knocking me off balance. I hit the ground hard but sprang back up, glaring "What the hell is your problem!?" I snapped.

He didn't even glance my way as he muttered, "You are."

We started with speed trials, flying several laps before racing against each other. I won nearly every challenge. Then, Imelda made the ultimate mistake—pairing me with him for the final match.

Neither of us looked at each other, but our rivalry was thick in the air. Anyone watching would assume we were from opposing teams. The signal blared, and we shot forward, neck and neck, neither backing down.

"You can't beat me, Delgado. Stop trying so hard!" Sebastian scowled.

"Says the one who's talking!" I shot back.

That seemed to strike a nerve. He veered closer, bumping into me mid-flight.

"Careful, Gorgeous," he murmured. "You're the one who ignored me before summer, remember?"

I shoved him right back, flying higher. "Oh, shut up. You ignored me for weeks! What did you expect!?"

He turned his head for a brief second, eyes narrowing. "You never responded to my letter. You're the cruel one here, leaving me hanging like that."

I flew even faster, matching his pace as I met his gaze "I threw it in the trash, Sebastian."

His expression shifted—anger melting into something unreadable. His eyes darkened, his movements faltering.