endgame // sebastian sallow

thirty four *

THIRTY FOUR 
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This chapter contains mature content.

I stared down at the third year Slytherin jersey in my hands. My mind wandered around whether I was making the right decision or not.

I believed I was doing the right thing. I should've reasoned with myself that there were times Sebastian would cheer me on for doing the bare minimum on my first days at Hogwarts. From Cross-Wands to Summoner's Court. He was my biggest cheerleader.

Did I let my friends know I switched teams? No, not really, but it didn't matter at the moment.

What mattered was sneaking my way into the Slytherin crowd on that Quidditch field. Not that I wanted everyone to know I was there for support, but it felt weird betraying the opposite team.

"Ominis." I let out, finally finding the familiar blonde hairs from the crowd and squishing my way next to him.

Ominis looked to my side, recognizing my voice and furrowing his brows.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

I crossed my arms, watching over the gameplay, "Am I not allowed to support?"

"You, a Gryffindor, supporting Slytherin?" Ominis questioned in surprise. 

I just stared straight ahead, "Don't tell, I'm in disguise. I'm wearing a wig and glasses." I lied.

It took me a good minute to actually spot Sebastian Sallow on that air. His hairs were already damp, eyes were just very focused, along with how easily his body moved on that broom.

"Is he doing well?" Ominis would ask throughout the game.

It saddened me to know that Ominis really couldn't see certain events. Of course, I can explain in detail what was happening, but the visuals mattered a lot.

"He's doing great." I answered.

It almost seemed like I jinx it by saying that because within the minute, I watched as Sebastian flew near the crowd, his broom going upwards towards the snitch.

We locked eyes for just a millisecond, but it was all I needed. I was hoping he would spot me in that crowd wearing his jersey that only we knew about. It was a very tempting secret.

Until the chaos began.

I watched as Sebastian stumbled upon a Ravenclaw player up in the air, beginning to push each other, making the crowds get a reaction.

"What's happening? I hear mixed voices." Ominis questioned.

"I—"

I couldn't even finish my sentences because I witnessed Slytherin and Ravenclaw pushing each other hard on the air, almost like they were arguing.

"He's fighting with a Ravenclaw in the air." I mentioned, not letting my eyes go.

I couldn't read Sebastian's expressions from afar. The foggy air didn't let me focus well and I only got to see a clear view when the announcer said the winner.

"Did Slytherin lose?" Ominis asked. "Hello? Y/n? What's happening?" He said eagerly.

"Oh no," I watched the scene begin to develop slowly.

Sebastian Sallow was fast. I might've just blinked twice before I saw his body go from his broom down to the Ravenclaw winner holding the snitch.