The List

Chapter 28. Development.

"You owe me so many butterbeers for this, I will  possibly ruin your Gringotts account."

Bole uttered under his breath, taking off his Quidditch's robe and shoving it into a traveling bag with an extension charm. His entire arm disappeared within before he was pulling out a different set of clothes.
Sebastian let out a snort; before he could answer, Imelda marched down the locker room, already showered and wearing a muggle jacket zipped up to her neck.

"Owe us." The irritation in her tone was so obvious when she corrected Bole, Sebastian didn't quite know how he had gotten her to agree with the plan in the first place. "And I will be requiring lunch, as well."

"Lunch sounds brilliant right now." King intervened from the other side of the room, head popping out from behind the wall that led into the showers. "Do I hear Three Broomsticks?"

"No such thing." Sebastian shook his head, getting deflated chests in response. King groaned and returned into the showers. "I need to talk to Kogawa and Grayson about setting the date for the Gryffindor and Slytherin match. But I will buy a round tomorrow."

"What are you doing with Harper and Pucey?"

Higgs had stayed quiet throughout the entire walk to the locker room; he was staring at Sebastian sheepishly now. Ever since the incident with the Pixies, Higgs had kept his distance from Adrian.
Didn't quite matter, since Pucey found in Harper a new lackey that did everything he asked of him. Which was exactly why the Captain had benched both of them.

"That depends." Sebastian focused his attention on the laces of his boots. "If they prove to me they can play nice, we should have no problem beating Gryffindor again. Otherwise, tryouts will be held after this season is over."

"Have you met Pucey's father?" Imelda scoffed with that usual expression of disgust painted on her face. "He would do just about anything to keep his soon on the Quidditch's team."

Sebastian clenched his jaw in a reflex. He did know Adrian's father. And he knew the lengths that man would go to keep his family reputation intact.
The Slytherin Captain still remembered the elegant robes. The pristine manicure. The immaculate black hair tied up, out of that face full of patronizing superiority. Which was where Adrian had taken from his condescending nature and his proclivity to refer to muggles as mudbloods.

Sebastian hated that word.

"Pucey's father doesn't scare me."

He hissed, sensing the stares from his team, which he blatantly ignored before a second year Slytherin was standing in front of the locker room door. Everyone's attention turned to the boy, who glanced around until his eyes met with the Captain.

"Madam Kogawa wishes to see you in her office."

"I'll be right there." He stood up from the bench he was sitting on, putting on the jacket that had been lying by his side while he watched the kid disappear from the doorway. "I'll see you all tonight."

With a fist bump, Sebastian offered a goodbye to Bole and the rest of the Quidditch's team, abandoning the locker room with his hands in the pocket of his jacket. He could hear the squeals of joy bouncing off the pitch, still. Winning didn't give Hufflepuffs much this time around, except bragging rights.
But it was more than enough to celebrate.

The cold breeze of the afternoon blew on his face as the boy aimed towards the castle grounds, up the stone steps that would lead him into the courtyard. On his way he saw some Hufflepuff students stealing some curious glances in his direction. It was no secret what he had done down in the Quidditch's field. Everyone knew that Slytherin had put on a spectacle in order to get a rematch against the Gryffindor house.
Some would consider that a risky maneuver, and in another circumstances, Sebastian would've agreed.
But he wanted to win.
Truly win. Fairly. He wanted to prove his house was better.
But he wanted to do it right.