The courtyard was clearing out after Defence Against the Dark Arts, students drifting away with chatter and groans about homework. You stayed behind, digging through your bag with growing desperation.

“Brilliant,” you mumbled. “I forgot my wand in the classroom.”

Before you could turn back inside, a wand was suddenly held out in front of you. Sebastian. Of course. Leaning against the pillar like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in.

“Use mine,” he said casually, but the spark in his eyes gave him away. He lived for being needed by you. And Merlin help him, he’d die before admitting it.