Sebastian Sallow and Noelle Ellis just can't understand each other's feelings.
sebastian sallow x OC
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Published: February 2023.
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Chapter 32: Sebastian Sallow Is A Menace
"And every night my mind is running around her"
Noelle's Perspective
It felt like a war.
It shouldn't have been one. Not that anyone would stop me; it wasn't forbidden or anything, but the annoying voice of self-preservation — the reminder to keep it secretive kept a dagger in me.
Sitting next to him would've been obvious. Even as friends we didn't do that. And it wasn't just sitting, it was basically opening a door to everyone about us and we weren't ready.
I stared at Sebastian Sallow sitting in the Slytherin table. He was beside Ominis, who spoke about who knows what nonsense as they picked on his food — but Sebastian's attention wasn't on the conversation at all.
It was on me.
He stared back, his brown eyes on mine. We were far, but I could feel the intensity that made my surroundings fade too. It was just him and I.
None of us looked away either.
We weren't avoiding each other, but being in two different houses and still wanting this show of being low for now was making things difficult. How ironic, right? When I avoided him, he was everywhere. When I didn't want to avoid him, he was nowhere.
"Elle?" Poppy snapped her fingers at me.
I shook my head, turning to my Hufflepuff friend, and smiled, "Sorry?"
Did I forget to mention that morning was the same time Poppy Sweeting discovered our little secret?
For two people trying to make things seem private, we were horrible at hiding.
I saw Poppy's eyes glance at me before flickering over towards the direction I was in and watched Sebastian break contact and look over to Ominis, being quick — but Poppy was fast.
"Were you just staring back at Sebastian Sallow?" She asked.
I flushed at her question, "W-What? No, I was just...just looking at the quidditch banners above their table." I lied.
Poppy gasped, her hands over her mouth, glancing back at Sebastian from afar, who again flickered at us. "You are lying! Your cheeks turn pink when you do! I've noticed that. Oh, Merlin! I knew it! I knew it!" She said excitedly.
I closed my eyes, hoping people in our surroundings wouldn't distinguish her enthusiasm, as I calmed her.
"Poppy," I lowered her hands, "Yes, we're...talking," I couldn't even believe my words myself. It was more than talking, "but—"
