endgame // sebastian sallow

twenty

TWENTY
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It was a few weeks into November when the first snowfall came around. It was also another day of a memorable quidditch game.

"Another day, another win. You hear that boys?" Garreth Weasley rammed around the school halls, lifting up his quidditch sweater, and showing off his fainted body.

I avoided them, wanting to roll my eyes and hope for them not to take notice of me.

"Miss Hero of Hogwarts, I expect you will be in those bleachers supporting us like always?" Leander Prewett scowled.

I wanted to refuse.

The weather had gotten colder and the wind in that open field was cold enough, not even warming spells were able to resist it.

Gryffindor did have a record of winning this year, almost losing to Ravenclaw last week, but after the news of going against Slytherin again, the ego rose.

"Of course." I hesitated a little.

I found myself following the chaos into the Charms classroom that morning, taking a seat in my usual space and letting out a sigh.

Poppy didn't show up again.

There were certain days in every other class when she didn't make it.

I did comfort her at the passing of her grandma and so did the rest of the girls, but Poppy was a very emotional heart. It was going to be hard and I understood.

I kept my eyes lowered when a familiar scent passed by me before taking a seat a few feet away, next to Poppy's space.

"Sallow, ready to get your ass back on the loser team later?" Garreth teased the boy.

I kept my left cheek resting on my hand, not wanting to turn into the commotion.

"Piss off, Weasley. I am not in the mood." Sebastian murmured.

I blinked, taking off the hand from my cheek and eyeing the left side from the corner of my eye.

Sebastian still wore his attractive green quidditch sweater, but his gaze seemed more worn off than ever.

Although I wasn't fully turned towards him, I can still recognize the dark hue that developed underneath his eyes; it progressively gets darker as time went by.

"Oo, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Leander kissed out.

Sebastian stood quiet, arms crossed while his body rested lazily against the bench.

I don't think I've had direct contact with him in a while. Not even a glance, but the more I avoided it, the fewer memories of the fifth year would distract my head.

The memories did help ease the calm of my trauma, but after my feelings towards Sebastian Sallow changed in the summer, now the memories were haunting me.

I adjusted the quidditch support sweater I bought off the Spintwitches Sporting Needs as the weather got colder.

The material covered my body warmly but also gave off a supporting look for my house.

"I hate winter season," Cressida complained, "The sunset is earlier and now we have to watch the games with field lights."

"Ugh, I know. They are so blinding, I might have to buy those funky glasses at Zonko's to see clearly." Natty followed.