endgame // sebastian sallow

twenty one

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TWENTY ONE
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Sebastian's Perspective

"Slytherin takes possession of the quaffle!" Katy Berry, the Slytherin speaker called out, "With a few yards, Imelda Reyes can scor--"

Katy Berry's voice cut off within the excitement.

My body stood halfway in the cold air, light snow beginning to fall as I stared down at the random cut-off mid-game.

"Hey! I scored! Why isn't she saying anything?" Imelda's accent echoed angrily near the hoop.

Confused, I lowered my broom, letting myself down and trying to adjust my ear sight towards the commotion on the Gryffindor side.

Suddenly, the enchanted scoreboard disappeared, making the crowd complain from the unexpected pause.

"Attention students," The headmaster appeared down at the speakers, taking over, "There's been an emergency. A student is in danger and we cannot proceed with the game. For your attention, the quidditch match today is canceled."

I didn't think twice. The moment I heard danger, I scanned the red-colored bleachers, looking for a specific female knowing my head would peak for her presence every single game.

Y/n wasn't in sight.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath, my broom finally making it near the bleachers of the rivalry house.

I looked around desperately and got lost in all the students exiting the field, still having a slight hope that she'll be around.

"What happened?" The voice asked.

"Who could it be?"

"Is that why Y/n left?"

I turned rapidly at the call out of her name, but every Gryffindor talked and talked, I didn't even know who to reach out to.

Within the claustrophobic field, a familiar red light blinked in the distance and I didn't hesitate to reach out to someone that was also in the crowd.

"Ominis!" I breathed at my friend.

We haven't really spoken to each other often since that outburst in the restroom one night, but desperate times called for desperate needs.

"Sebastian? Is that—"

"What is it?" I said, not wasting time, "Who's in danger? What did you hear?"

Ominis just stood there, "I am unsure. I tried flicking my wand to project an intense listening charm, but I heard muffles."

I sighed.

"It's something to do with a first year. The forbidden forest, but I am unsure—"

I began to remove my quidditch gear within the talk, preparing myself to fly out into the restricted destination from afar.

"Sebastian, I hear you ruffling, what are you doing?" Ominis called out. "The forest is out of bounds—"

"Ominis, is fifth year non-existent to you?!" I asked with a frown, "She's not in the crowd."

Ominis stared ahead, "What? She? I believe it's a first-year boy—wait, Y/n?" He realized, "D-Did she go down there to—"

A fainted screech from a loud creature vibrated from the forbidden forest miles away, making a few student turn and grow fear.