Sebastian Sallow hates Everleigh Grayson.
Everleigh Grayson hates Sebastian Sallow.
It has been a fact since she came as a transfer on her fifth year to Hogwarts. Three years later, the rivalry persists.
She is Gryffindor Quidditch team Captain.
He...
"What the hell are you doing!?" Everleigh squealed in utter shock, watching Sebastian getting rid of his jacket. "You can't get naked."
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"Don't I have to be naked to get in the bath?" He said with a casual expression, throwing the article of clothing unceremoniously to the side and proceeding to pull his shirt through his head, revealing his torso. He still had the muscles and well-defined lines of a Beater. "Do not tell me that under all those bubbles you are wearing clothes."
His expression was uninterested but his eyes did move momentarily towards the water, right where she was, and Everleigh was sure she had seen a flicker of heat in his gaze. But before she could be certain, Sebastian had already shifted his focus to unzipping his pants.
Everleigh's cheeks redden in embarrassment.
"You can't come in here. I will give you detention if you don't leave."
"Go right ahead. I'd like to see how you explain why you gave me detention when it is you who is making use of the Prefect's Bathroom under my name."
He retorted with resolution, pulling down his pants just in time for Everleigh to turn around and face the wall. She wasn't sure if he was flustering her on purpose or if he was simply too daft to read the room. She heard the rustle of clothing before the water rippled around her as Sebastian stepped into the tub.
Everleigh dipped down until the soapy water reached below her chin, as if to shield her bareness from Sebastian. Completely unnecessary since the layer of foam around her was so dense and the candles so dimly lit, he wouldn't be able to properly stare. Not that it mattered, either; one quick side glance down the tub made her privy of the lack of regard he had placed in her.
Sebastian behaved as if she wasn't even there.
He submerged under the line of the water, resurfacing various seconds later and rubbing the droplets out of his face. Fingers raking through his dark brown hair, he reclined against the wall across from a very wary Everleigh.
Sebastian fanned his arms over the edge, head tugged back before letting out a long exhale through his nose. His eyes were closed, an advantage to Everleigh, who made use of that time to study over his features.
How his throat was hollow at the base and it rippled every time he swallowed. How the tension around his neck and shoulders seemed to vanish after a few seconds in the scorching water.
Sebastian was stupidly tall, but also, broad, and she couldn't help but to admire how his upper body was sculpted. Especially his arms. Everleigh couldn't stop staring at his arms and the river of green veins popping out across his skin, visible enough from where she stood. And his hands... He had long, strong fingers, calloused at the base after holding a bat for so long. The same fingers that the night before were—
She turned her head away from him, ashamed of herself for ogling at the very boy that had made her school experience so positively miserable for years. Clearing her throat, she spoke with last shred of dignity she could muster.
