You’d just won the house cup, people swarmed you to congratulate you. But your eyes strayed to where a brown haired, freckled Slytherin had just left. Had it been him? Imelda noticed where you were looking and gently coaxed the cup from your hands. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it. You just go find Sallow.” She smirked.

You walked off to where you’d seen him go, calling out his name once you’d passed the doors out of the great hall. “Sebastian?” “Guess all that rule breaking was worth it, huh?” He smirked, leaning against the back wall. You whirled around. “Sebastian!” “I’d like to think at least a third of that cup is slytherins.” He chuckled. You laughed as well, before hugging him tightly, causing him to let out a small ‘oomph’ “Thought I left, did you? And I’m rather offended. Me? Leave without saying goodbye? That’s like-…saying I’ll never get another detention!”