the weather certainly had not been ideal for tonight's quidditch game ― Sebastian had realized quite quickly, as the wind had threatened to push him off of his broom. even before the match had even started, his words towards you had been clear, as he'd asked you to 'not be stupid'. he was aware, of course, that a little bit of rain wouldn't hold you back from trying to give it your best, like always ― you were terribly stubborn, bordering on stupidity.

and he should be used to this by now, watching you chase the golden snitch like you rarely cared for anything but winning. it was stupid, so, so stupid.

at least Sebastian had brain enough to not fight against the wind. and he could only shake his head at your obnoxious stubbornness, as you did exactly the opposite of what he had asked...

then it happened ― the harsh wind had swept you to the side, you lost control over your broom and crashed into the ground like a rag doll. it was... frightening, to say the least, and Sebastian almost immediately rushed after you, not caring for the game or that you were supposed to be rivals in this match, as he followed after you into the hospital wing of the school...