endgame // sebastian sallow

twenty eight

TWENTY EIGHT
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Sebastian's Perspective

I stood there outside the small cottage home; arms crossed and back leaning against the bricked wall while I waited impatiently.

I didn't think it was fair. Y/n must've done it on purpose just for a laugh, but having me wait outside in the cold breeze while she took a bath and dressed up didn't make sense.

"As if I didn't see her nude." I scoffed to myself.

"Hey, I heard that!" Y/n called out from the inside.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, my apologies, Y/n. Didn't mean to press. Now you just get yourself settled in there while I wait here in the bloody cold." I turned to the side near the window hoping she can hear me.

I can hear a bit of ruffling, signaling that Y/n was finishing up adjusting her gear clothing before the wooden door finally opened.

Y/n stood there looking newer than ever. Not that she ever looked awful to me, but after a sleepless night of fighting, getting dirty, and getting the best morning ever, she looked charged.

"Cold, you say?" Y/n said, wiping off some dust from the clothing, "Wouldn't your temperature be more warmer due to...you know," she eyed.

I chuckled at the reference to my transformation, nodding, "Word of sarcasm, Y/n. I don't think I'll ever feel cold again. I was just messing."

Y/n just gave a nod.

I watched her pass me through the rocky floor, proceeding to exit the home area back onto the grass.

I didn't walk. I just watched her for a moment.

I was somehow in denial that not only did I reconcile with the girl I really liked, but I hugged her, kissed her, and slept with her, all in one go. Very in-denial.

"Sebastian, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." Y/n's voice got me off the daydream.

I cleared my throat, now seeing her stop in her tracks and look at me, almost in worry as she assumed I was second-guessing.

"What? No...it's just,"

I walked my steps, standing much closer to her near the gate exit, and felt my fingers adjust the collar of her undershirt, tugging it.

"The quidditch jersey seemed like a better fit, if I were honest." I flirted with her.

The flirting wasn't new. Well, as in for me. I think I might've spent several occasions in the fifth year letting out signals of showing my attraction to Y/n, but she just never seemed to notice.

I didn't blame her. Sixteen year old me was way different than I am now.

Fifth Year

"Quick Sebastian, use incendio on them!" Y/n shouted. "My fire spells are weak right now."

The inferius gathered around us under that mine, wanting to slash as our spells were much slower than usual.

I waved my wand, just seeing sparks come out of it, "It's not working somehow. I believe someone must've cursed the area with the spells to recharge."

I can hear Y/n let out a groan.

"Well, we need to think of another way. Throw something very hot at them...a hotter spell or something." Y/n said in between her hits.