fairly sloshed, he could tell, your grinning form kept bumping into his one, as though you were trying to remind him again and again that your team had won. not his.

quidditch was... not his main concern, to say the least. and if it wasn't for Anne encouraging him ― despite her absence ― to start playing again, he probably wouldn't have. but, despite his slight dislike for the sport, Sebastian couldn't just not be competitive. just like dueling, he prided himself with being one of the best, if not the best. although fair enough, Imelda was also quite great on a broom...

and tonights game had been quite rushing! Slytherin was so close to winning, ready to throw a party in honor of that, again..., as their winning streak didn't seem to find an end. but there was you, of course. obnoxious and proud as you were, you'd won your own house the quidditch cup by simply catching the golden snitch. he would say he was annoyed, frustrated even..., but at least your house knew how to throw a party... and the alcohol and music wasn't all too bad. so Sebastian decided to play nice. not that you were any less obnoxious... of course.

"you in good spirits, eh?" the boy hummed, trying to hide the slight smile as he watched your drunken self fall onto the sofa next to him. he wanted to act all nonchalant and annoyed, but watching you so... happy and proud, was almost enough to have him melt under your gaze.