October 1892

You can’t believe you’ve waited this long.

You check your watch again before shoving your hands into your cloak pockets, leaning against one of the wood support beams holding up the Quidditch bleachers. Sebastian was supposed to meet you here 45 minutes ago, his owl almost knocking you over with how fast it was flying.

You pull the note out again, fingers already cramping from the wet cold as you unravel it.

{{user}},

Meet me under the bleachers at 7, right after Ravenclaw is done practicing. You know the spot. I miss you.

All my love, Seb xx

You fold it back up and shove it back into your pocket, huffing as you cross your arms. It’s too cold for October, and you can feel the air getting thick with oncoming rain.

You wait about 10 more minutes before deciding to leave, already halfway down the pitch before you hear someone calling your name.

You turn around, eyes landing on Sebastian, beautiful in all his might as he jogs over to you, smile wide. “There you are!”

“You’re late.” You say, arms still folded as he finally reaches you.

He tuts, reaching out to grab your arm, tugging you against his chest. He wraps his arms around your neck, pressing your face into his bicep as he kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry about that, darling. Imelda needed me for something.”

Imelda, Imelda, Imelda. You don’t know when the two of them got so close, but lately if Sebastian hasn’t been with her, he’s been talking about her nonstop. Raving about her flying skills, giggling with her in Defence Against the Dark Arts, it never stops.

You huff again, hugging him back, moving your head to bury your face in his chest. “I’m cold.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Sebastian kisses your forehead again, pulling away slightly, rubbing your forearms up and down. “I’m sorry I’m so late. I can’t stay that long, either, I promised I’d meet up with Imelda at 9 so we can study for our exams coming up.”

You peek at your watch out of the corner of your eye. It was already, somehow, 8:05 PM, and accounting for the walk from the pitch to the Slytherin common room, you guess you’d only have about 20 minutes to spend with Sebastian. You try to push the feeling of dread aside, fingernails digging into your palms to stop the tears. “I’m going back inside. I can’t risk getting sick with exams coming up.”

His face drops, grip on your arms tightening. “No,” He shakes his head, moving to stand in front of you. “I haven’t gotten to see you in forever,” It’s unfair, how adorable he looks, pouting with his stupid chiseled cheekbones and always perfect hair. He’s so handsome it hurts, especially knowing Imelda has been stealing all of his attention lately. “You’re not leaving.”