Flashback: You're Not Really My Type
It had been a long week. Actually, it was probably more like two weeks. Things were starting to blend together for Sebastian. When he wasn't in classes, he was on the Quidditch pitch - not that he played if he could help it - or in this one corner of the library that seemed to be completely ignored most of the time "studying." Not much actual studying got done whenever Sebastian got within about three feet of Oliver Wood, but that wasn't the point.
Actually, it was the entire point. There were a few things that Sebastian should probably take care of if that was going to keep on. By probably, he meant definitely. Even if Sebastian didn't have some sort of half worked out honor code, Oliver definitely did - it was very charmingly Gryffindor of him. So with twenty minutes to spare before meeting Oliver in one of the empty rooms that was near the Astronomy Tower, Sebastian caught sight of Daphne and Cecilia giggling over ... something or someone and took the opportunity for what it was.
"Hi, girls." He leaned his shoulder against the cold stone of the wall and smiled for them. He might be slightly nervous, but no one actually needed to see that. "Daph, got a minute?"
Actually, it was the entire point. There were a few things that Sebastian should probably take care of if that was going to keep on. By probably, he meant definitely. Even if Sebastian didn't have some sort of half worked out honor code, Oliver definitely did - it was very charmingly Gryffindor of him. So with twenty minutes to spare before meeting Oliver in one of the empty rooms that was near the Astronomy Tower, Sebastian caught sight of Daphne and Cecilia giggling over ... something or someone and took the opportunity for what it was.
"Hi, girls." He leaned his shoulder against the cold stone of the wall and smiled for them. He might be slightly nervous, but no one actually needed to see that. "Daph, got a minute?"