endgame // sebastian sallow

fifteen

FIFTEEN
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The Gryffindor table was nearly empty that very next morning. I didn't know they took winning parties very seriously until now and it was funny.

They got so drunk, nobody noticed I didn't bring back the drinks. Not even recovery spells can bring them back to life.

Poppy went out to hunt out a few pets early morning, so I found myself sitting in between first and third years before someone came to save my life.

"Natty," I said happily, "Glad to see you're alive."

Natty took a seat across from me, smiling back, "I wasn't even in the party, Y/n. I was in the dormitories! My mother would kill me if I took a sip." She informed.

"Oh," I wiped my eyes, "Sorry, I must've assumed, since it was so crowded—"

"Were you not at the party?" She asked.

I wanted to be open with her about what happened last night.

How I was preparing myself to confess to Sebastian Sallow that I wanted to talk to him again. That there were restorations before I saw him with Adelaide.

But, I wasn't ready. My emotions were still recent and I didn't want to blurb out to a point of crying. I was better than this.

"I, uh...I was! But, I don't drink either." I lied.

My eyes shifted a little behind Natty, losing focus of her and scanning the Slytherin table for a slight second.

Curiosity won me over this morning because there was no Sebastian in sight, but I did find myself accidentally locking eyes with Atticus Sweeting.

His blue eyes were mesmerizing before throwing a wink and I looked back down, pretending like it was nothing.

I didn't understand how I didn't see Atticus all year, yet, now that I met him, he was everywhere I look.

"Did you know Poppy has a brother?" I questioned Natty.

Natty thought before nodding, "Are you referring to her older step-brother, Atticus? Atticus Sweeting?"

I nodded, "Okay, so he is known." I wondered.

"Oh, Y/n...he is the biggest flirt in the school! We mentioned him once, but you were so busy with Sebastian." She informed, "He's always been the talk with the girls."

"R-Right," I gulped.

"Don't imagine it, Y/n. Rumor goes he just likes sleeping with girls." Natty whispered.

My forehead crinkled at the confession, finally connecting the dots on why Atticus Sweeting's behavior was too smooth last night.

"Of course, he does." I rolled my eyes.

"Be careful! Don't fall for the trap, Y/n. I am serious." Natty warned.

I looked down, laughing, "Don't worry Natty, I have no intentions of sleeping with anyone this—"

My voice was cut off when a whistling noise echoed through the hall and looking up, I can see a familiar owl fly into place.

It was my own owl, Birdy.

"Birdy? What are you—"

Again, my voice cut off when she dropped off a letter and proceeded to exit the great hall.