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Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine idly wondered if he’d ever actually get used to talking to Sebastian. It was always like some sort of puzzle that Blaine generally really sucked at. Of course, it didn’t help that Sebastian was constantly so hot and cold when it came to him. He went from talking about how he’d be watching Blaine on the Quidditch pitch to practically making fun of how he was the embodiment of his house and calling him an idiot right back to saying almost nice things. Almost. Was it really that hard to just treat someone one way? And why did Sebastian constantly have to make everything into a joke? Blaine had asked about what it was Sebastian /actually/ wanted to do because he cared.] Yeah, it did kind of bother me but…if you don’t want to talk about it, then that’s fine. I was just trying to get to know you better. [And this whole double agent shit with Quinn aside, Blaine really had just wanted to know more about Sebastian, something real since he was constantly so closed off, shrugging whatever he could off while dealing with everything else with insults and jokes. Everyone had something that they really wanted to be doing with their life and Blaine hadn’t thought it had been completely out of line to ask Sebastian about it. Friends knew those sorts of things about each other, didn’t they?] But I mean…if you’re going to talk about settling? Have you looked at yourself? Because you’re clearly not happy with whatever job you’ve got. Father lined it up, right? At least if I settle, it’s for my second choice, not my family’s. [And okay, so yeah, that was really going a little too far, especially with someone like Sebastian. And Blaine wasn’t trying to be offensive or anything but seriously, out of the two of them? Blaine clearly had the brighter prospects no matter what he chose. He knew how their sorts of families could be. He also knew there were other choices to be made even if the journey of doing so sucked. And dammit, if Blaine was going to end up being an Auror, he didn’t want to have to ever see Sebastian’s name show up on any of his assignments.  But clearly this conversation wasn’t going anywhere good and Blaine had really been enjoying his time with Sebastian. And he didn’t want to piss him off to the point of him leaving, so after a brief pause, he let out a small breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.] Yeah, maybe we should drop it for now. I’m sure we’ll both end up doing whatever it is we’re meant to be doing… [And that kind of sucked because they were clearly on complete opposite paths. But Sebastian would probably be tired of him in a few weeks anyway so what was really the point? People like him weren’t ever friends with people like Blaine. And Quinn really sucked for thinking that Blaine would ever be able to get close enough to Sebastian to find anything out.]

[Sebastian didn’t know exactly how Blaine survived in his world of honesty and constantly telling everyone exactly what was on his mind, a world where his thoughts and feelings and opinions on everything were general knowledge. What kind of game was that? One Sebastian was bound to lose, apparently. Fixing his ate on Blaine again, he licked his lips lightly, considering. Finally with a huff of breath, he decided it didn’t much matter anyway.] I wanted to be a Seeker. Ever since I was a little kid. I got the spot on the house team too, in my second year. Maybe you remember that much, not sure we actually even knew each other then. I even got my father to come to terms with it, that it was what I wanted to do, and I was stubborn enough to convince him I could do it. [The letter had come impossibly fast when he had lost the spot. Say what you want about the Smythes, but they knew things. Their social circle kept them informed about everything.] Then Fabray came along and I got demoted to Keeper. Which the Captain  to assure me was just a position change, but we all know who the most important player on the field is, and the guarder of the hoops isn’t it. [He shrugged, jaw clenched tightly. How did this allow Blaine to ‘know him better’ exactly? Because right now it just seemed like an unthrilling tale and a lot of unchangeable facts.] Quite the inspirational little story. Little muggleborn girl missorted into Slytherin finally finds a way to bring her house glory. But it was over after that. If you can’t even be the best in your own house, forget all of Hogwarts, then how the hell are you supposed to go pro? [The lines of his shoulders grew taut in his defensiveness as Blaine pointed out that he was settling too, before he actually genuinely laughed, the tension seeping away as easily as it had come. It felt easy again, natural, and he was glad he hadn’t killed it with his insistence on pointing out that Blaine would be much more suited to a career as an Auror.] The difference being that I’d rather have a job and a family name than be disowned and dirt poor. That isn’t settling, it’s being an arrogant ass who knows everything in life can be bought. The word for that is sellout, Anderson. Not settling. [If Blaine did become an Auror, what would he think when Sebastian made the list? When he searched for years and couldn’t find him, one perpetual game of hide and seek? Of course, Sebastian didn’t really plan on slipping enough to let the Aurors find out at all if he carried on with the family business, so that didn’t matter. If it did happen, he wondered if Blaine would admit Sebastian was somebody that he used to know, a surefire way to get you pulled from the case because of the emotional entanglements. But that line of thought led no where good, so he shook it off and smiled.] Whatever we’re meant to be doing. Right as always, Anderson.





Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine shrugged when Sebastian said that saying what he was thinking was a dangerous thing to be doing.] Not really dangerous if you don’t have anything to hide. [And it was an easy and quick response. And all of a week ago, he would have completely meant it. Because Blaine had never bothered hiding much of anything before. But now, wasn’t that essentially the reason he was spending time with Sebastian? He was hiding what he knew about him, things that could have had the guy sent to Azkaban in a heartbeat. He was hiding that he was disappointed that Sebastian wasn’t the person Blaine had always thought he was. And he was hiding that despite his disgust and frustration and disappointment, that he still actually liked Sebastian. And what could that possibly say about Blaine?  A week ago he had nothing to hide because he knew who his friends were, knew his place in the world, knew who /he/ was but now….now he didn’t know any of that.  He couldn’t help but let his eyes narrow, glaring slightly when Sebastian called him an idiot. Well that was….nice?] And your people skills kind of really suck. What’s your point? [And then Sebastian was talking about Blaine’s grades and how hard he studied and did Sebastian really know any of that or was he just basing it off of how often Blaine said he worked on homework? Because for all Sebastian knew, those could have just been lies to make it seem like Blaine did /something/ other than sit around and try to get people to stop fighting. But Sebastian was right, of course. When wasn’t he? Blaine had exceptional grades. And sure, he struggled in Potions, but he didn’t stop working on it until he perfected whatever the assignment was. Because really, when it came down to it, Slytherins and Gryffindors weren’t that different when it came to wanting to be the best. Sure, they had different approaches on how to get there, but ambition was a more common trait than people really acknowledged. He was a little surprised when Sebastian stopped walking and even more in shock at the way Sebastian was looking at him. And luckily it provided for a really good distraction every time he tried to open his mouth to answer the rest of Sebastian’s question.  Because Sebastian was gorgeous and he was looking, actually /looking/ at Blaine and for a really brief second he felt like slightly more than the ‘king lion’ or whatever title he’d been given. He was pretty sure he’d never been looked at like /that/ and Blaine wasn’t even sure what /that/ was but it sent something akin to heat to his core and oh, Merlin, that couldn’t be good so he quickly looked away, glad when Sebastian did the same and started walking again. And then Sebastian was talking about him fitting in instead of standing out if he went with the Quidditch thing and while that could have easily been an insult, Blaine sort of got the feeling that Sebastian meant it in the exact opposite way and yeah, okay, that kind of hurt.] Why do you care? I mean…it’s just kind of weird that you said so little about your own career ambitions but insist on commenting so heavily on mine. [It was like Sebastian wanted him to pursue the Auror thing and why would he want that? If Sebastian kept going in the direction he seemed to be heading, that would put them squarely against each other in the future and surely Sebastian didn’t want that. Unless Sebastian thought that having Blaine as an Auror might help him out. Because Blaine had a feeling that Sebastian knew just how much of an influence he had over Blaine. Or maybe he didn’t. It was hard to tell. Sebastian was frustratingly hard to read at the best of times.]

I guess not. Carry on then. [He wasn’t sure if Blaine was implying that he had nothing to hide, or that Sebastian had everything to hide, but either way he was, not shockingly, right. Sure, sometimes he talked in riddles and insults simply to frustrate people, but mainly it was because they had asked a question he couldn’t answer. Not without getting himself or others into trouble, anyway. And clearly he had offended Blaine who stood with eyes narrowed as the insult registered, but he was a little too caught up in just how much he seemed to care about what actually happened with Blaine’s career path to really worry about anyone’s fragile feelings right now. It didn’t seem to be the anger he was expecting anyway, more mild irritation and…hurt? Okay, now he was starting to care.] People skills are unnecessary when you generally hate people. [That part at least was true. He hadn’t even thought twice about Blaine’s exceptional grades, but he realized that wasn’t information he should probably have, or maybe not even information that was true. He had just filed away the scraps of information for future use whenever he talked about homework to do, a task he dedicated hours to. So either he was exceptionally slow, which Sebastian could tell from his first five minutes with him wasn’t the case, or he really did have perfect grades. Or as close to perfect as he could achieve. The comment he had made about having nothing to strive for crept back up on him, and he knew that while he frequently worked to be the best, Blaine would be far happier at almost the best just so he could never say he had stopped improving. If you didn’t bother to look closely, it was like he was a cartoon character, a simple caricature of an actual person whose sole mission was to do ‘good’. If he really chose to coach a Quidditch team instead of what he actually wanted to do, then he really would stop standing out…he would turn into the sort of spineless and bland person that he hated, the kind he didn’t even bother to insult because it would undoubtedly lead to conversation that he genuinely didn’t want. Blaine pointed out his hypocrisy and his eyes narrowed, because it was entirely different, even if at it’s core, it was the exact same thing.] I apologize, did it really bother you that much that I chose to brush over the whole ‘and this is what I wanted to be when I was all growed up’ speech? I just think you’re settling before you even tried, and I don’t know…I’m an exceptional judge of character, one of my many skills. So I was momentarily freaked out that I had clearly misjudged you so much. Must have been an off day. [But he hadn’t. He knew he hadn’t, but he couldn’t come up with anything else to explain it away, so instead he shrugged, his voice softer when he spoke.] We can just drop it, if you like. [He shouldn’t care anyway. If he were ever to mess up on any of the darker forms of magic, or if anyone found out exactly what happened between himself, Kurt, and the mudblood, he would have an Auror on his tail. And with his luck, he’d get Blaine, someone whose opinion actually matter, someone who would get a filed report about every detail of whatever illegality he had helped his parents or their friends with this time. That shouldn’t even be an option though. Sebastian was good at covering his tracks. He would go undetected, and he would live a long life inside his own personal prison, but far from the island of Azkaban and the dementors.] 



Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

I’m not…that short.  I’m normal sized. [He attempted to defend his height at Sebastian’s comment but it was really half hearted since Blaine was plenty aware of how he lacked in that department. No one ever really let him forget it, really.] My intentions? What intentions? Of pointing out obvious things? Because I can guarantee I wasn’t trying to hide that. [Because what other intentions could Blaine possibly be trying to hide? At least that would be hidden behind a comment about long legs? It really had just been an observation. It wasn’t like he’d commented about how great Sebastian’s ass was or how it was a real pain that evil people were so attractive.  It had just been an observation that Blaine had pointed out for lack of anything better or more constructive to say. Sometimes he forgot what having a filter was like, if he was being honest. Especially with Sebastian. Blaine was usually fairly confident and at least well spoken but all of that just seemed to go right out the window when Sebastian was involved. He shook his head when Sebastian asked if he had anywhere in particular he wanted to go.] Like I said before, I usually just sort of…walk around. People watch. Have random conversations. It’s all incredibly thrilling. [And seriously how did people put up with Blaine? He could barely stand himself sometimes because he really was kind of boring. And overly good and right and so it really didn’t make any sense when he felt offended at what Sebastian said to him. As far as the riding in on a lion and hunting down evil and being a good Gryffindor. Blaine hadn’t even realized he’d scoffed until after the fact when he was looking away for a moment. Sebastian had said much worse than making Blaine out to be the epitome of what a lion was supposed to be. But Blaine supposed that he’d just always sort of hoped that someone would see more to him than that two-deminsional description. Then again, maybe that’s really all Blaine was. Maybe everyone else saw him correctly and it was Blaine who needed to take a long hard look at himself. Sometimes it really annoyed him how perfectly suited he was for his house. He was a living, breathing stereotype.]  Well, there’s my marks, first of all. There’s always a chance they won’t be as high as they need to be. Not to mention that….well, not many people make it do they? Highly selective and all that. [And that was certainly vague but he was really tired of talking about his family. And he highly doubted they’d be okay with him being an Auror since Blaine had some serious suspicions of the legality of at least half of their income. Not to mention that Blaine was suddenly questioning if he’d even be able to handle any of that. Growing up, evil had been evil and good had been good and that had been that. Black and white. But now he was starting to see nothing but grey areas and Blaine wasn’t so sure of how black and white he could manage to be. when it came to holding people’s fates in his hands.] Besides I really like Quidditch. I think managing a team might be fun or…something. I don’t know. 

[Blaine really did have to take all the fun out of teasing by being so completely open and honest, and he scowled, the affect ruined but he fact that he was smiling again seconds later.] Well. Since we’re playing point-out-the-obvious as well as suck-away-my-fun, you really just….say whatever you’re thinking, don’t you? Quite the dangerous game to play. [His entire world growing up with his parents had been spent choosing his words carefully, navigating the world of wealth and fake smiles and never revealing too much about himself to any one of the many people who could use it against him. Blaine’s little habit of saying whatever was on his mind was so scarily new that Sebastian was never quite sure how to process it. Just like he wasn’t sure what Blaine’s scoff meant, so he turned to him, studying him carefully with one eyebrow raised. Surely he wasn’t upset by all the Gryffindor jokes? It was hard sometimes to see him as anything less than Blaine, but the constant comments on his nobility were more his reminder to himself that he somehow always chased after the people whose personalities clashed most with his own. Except with Blaine it wasn’t so much clashing as it was…a push and pull he still didn’t understand exactly.] I think I can handle walking around. [He let the conversation drift back to Blaine and his desire to be an Auror. Now it was Sebastian’s turn to scoff.] You’re being a bit of an idiot, if you ask me. [And he really had to work on framing his words in a more elegant manner, because insulting people was hardly a guarantee that they would listen.] I mean, you obviously have the grades. We don’t have any classes together except occasionally potions when they decide to shove the sixth and seventh years together if there are limited ingredients, but I sure as hell know that you study your ass off for everything. It’s sickening. You have the grades, if that’s what you want to do. So what’s the actual reason? [The curiosity was burning just under his skin, or he would have recognized the hypocrisy in hiding behind his own weak answer and refusing to let Blaine do the same. He realized he’s stopped walking and was blatantly staring in confusion at him, eyes narrowed as they stared into amber, and had Blaine’s eye color always been that…hard to pin down? Not quite one color, but many, intricate in a way that made you want to study them, and now he was doing just that, his gaze lingering a bit too long, so he forced himself to drop his gaze and keep walking.] If managing a team really sound thrilling, then go for it Anderson. People settle for second best every day. At least you’ll fit in instead of standing out. [Standing out in the best way possible, in all the ways that made him so interesting to Sebastian. In ways that made his stomach knot in worry whenever he say him talking to Quinn, so sure that she’d eventually tell him and then he’d be gone, putting as much distance between the two of them as he possibly could. He’d made no secret of wanting Blaine. But what he’d never managed to express, or else never really knew himself, was in what way or just how much he wanted him.]



Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine couldn’t help but frown slightly at the comment about having a job not having things figured out. Sebastian was right, of course, but was it so bad to be hopeful in the way that he looked at things? Because at least having a job lined up for after school was /something/. It could have been worse and he could have had nothing lined up.] Why would you want to be the best at something? Then you don’t have anything to keep working towards… [And Blaine realized how ridiculous that sounded. How Sebastian was sure to make fun of him for that sort of attitude. But Blaine wasn’t the best at Quidditch and he was glad for it. Otherwise he’d have no goals or anything to motivate him. Being #1 at everything had to get boring after a while. And he didn’t miss how Sebastian didn’t actually answer his question about what he wanted to do after school if he had a say, but Blaine wasn’t about to push it.] I’d honestly love to keep playing Quidditch. I’ve also been looking into being an Auror but…that’ll just depend on….a lot, I guess. [And shit, maybe being honest about that hadn’t been the best thing Blaine could have done but this whole double agent thing just wasn’t working out for him. Besides, he couldn’t be completely unlike himself and that had been a very Blaine answer. He only had so long to fret about it, however, before Sebastian was talking about watching him during the game and okay seriously? It wasn’t even that long ago that Sebastian had had nothing but rude things to say to Blaine and now he was….was that flirting? Probably not because this was Sebastian and he was Blaine but it was suddenly really hot and his cheeks sort of hurt from trying not to smile like some sort of idiot and finally he let out an extremely nervous laugh as he brought both of his hands up in the air in an almost surrender.] You’re….you’re really ridiculous, you know that? [And what else was there to say? Blaine had a hard time reading Sebastian and he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself with a serious response when he highly doubted Sebastian was being serious. He could do without being laughed at for a day. Though his supposed this whole ‘fumbling, blushing, piece of innocence’ thing was enough for Sebastian to laugh at him if he really wanted to. And then just like that, SEbastian was in his space and an involuntary shutter made it’s way down Blaine’s spine and before he could even recover, Sebastian was walking off. Blaine took a moment to try to compose himself, glancing around for a moment before finally getting up from his seat and heading through the crowd in the direction Sebastian had gone. He finally caught up to him outside and Blaine shoved his hands into his pockets just so that he didn’t have to worry about what the hell to do with them.] You have….really long legs. [And okay so that was totally random and weird but it wasn’t like Blaine had ever really had to try to walk next to Sebastian for too long. Leg length wasn’t really relevant to flying ability or anything.]

[Sebastian bit his lip and had to try very hard not to outright laugh at Blaine’s attitude about being the best. Because really, could he be anymore of one giant walking stereotype? Gryffindor and bold and good and honest and just….why was he here again? He still hadn’t exactly figured that last part out. And then Blaine decided that, naturally, leg length was the next topic of discussion, and Sebastian couldn’t stifle a laugh at that.] Not compared to, you know…normal sized humans. Try not to stare too much though, I thought you were trying to hide your intentions? You aren’t doing a very good job of it. [And ok, he should really stop trying to make him uncomfortable if he actually wanted him to stick around, which apparently he did, but he couldn’t help it. At least the insults had died down for the time being, a surprise even to him. He led them out onto he main strip of shops, stealing occasional sideway glances at him before speaking again.] Any particular place you want to go? [The pathway was filled with students milling about for Hogsmeade weekend, eating sweets from Honeydukes, or gawking over the new broomstick in front of the Quidditch supply store, and Sebastian had a momentary stab of panic that they’d be seen together. Which was stupid and left him feeling confused, because it was generally acknowledged that he went after lions for the challenge, and Blaine wasn’t freaking out, so why did he insist on overthinking everything? Instead he wet his lips, turning to face Blaine, unable to contain his burning curiosity any longer.] What does it depend on? The Auror thing I mean? If that’s what you want to do, hunting down evil as well as riding in on a lion and only wearing red for the rest of your life like a good Gryffindor, I don’t really see what the problem is. [So maybe that wasn’t the nicest or the smoothest way to ask, but it had accomplished the goal nevertheless. Being an Auror was one of the most highly respected fields, because catching dark wizards meant protecting everyone in the wizarding community. Sebastian had of course considered being an Auror; every magical kid in the world had at some point, he was pretty sure. But in the end his past was far to messy for such intense scrutiny. The Auror training program was filled with Veritaserum and personality tests and a myriad of other techniques to make sure people like Sebastian didn’t get in; that they remained the hunted instead of the hunters. He was pretty sure he would have a few Aurors on his ass already if Fabray had actually told anyone about what happened, even if he was still just barely of age. And he also tried not to let his mind wander to the fact that if Blaine actually did become an Auror, he’d also be working in the Ministry and in the same wing if different departments, which was weird enough in itself, because aside from a few loyal Slytherins, he hadn’t really pictured seeing anyone again after he left Hogwarts in a month.] I just don’t get it.





Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

The Ministry! Wow that’s…that’s great, Sebastian. [And sure. Sebastian clearly wasn’t thrilled at the prospect but Blaine would give anything to know where he was going when he left Hogwarts. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what sort of things Sebastian would choose for himself if he could. And so Blaine asked. Because Blaine was nosey and he didn’t think before speaking and he actually really liked Sebastian and wanted to know everything he could about him. If there wasn’t a disease name for that yet then he was sure it would be named after him.] If that wasn’t…if you didn’t have it all worked out already…what would you want to be doing? I mean, you’re great at Quidditch. Did you ever want to pursue that more? [And maybe he shouldn’t have asked. Because chances were that Sebastian wouldn’t really answer. Or he’d give some half answer while he tried to shrug it all off. But Blaine was nothing if not persistent. But any thoughts of inappropriateness at his forwardness were quickly wiped away when Sebastian mentioned them looking sexy in front of the flames of cauldrons. And once again, not for the first time in the last hour, Blaine was having to look away and then down to try, and fail, to hide the blush that seemed to just take over. It was horrible. Like a disease. A disease he didn’t want because if he was going to be flattered and blushing because of something someone said, he didn’t want it coming from the guy who’d tortured his best friend. But there was little he could do about any of that at this point.] Thanks, Sebastian. I’ll um…be sure to pester you when we get our next assignment then.  [And this all should have been so easy. Talking with the guy he liked and making plans to hang out in the future. It wasn’t supposed to be about back-handedness and blood and whatever else this was actually about. It should have been nice. It should have been happy.] Yeah, I mean, the first few years, actually, I was pretty depressed. I grew up being told I’d be in Slytherin. My brother was and he was just….he’s basically perfect in my parents’ eyes and I wanted to make them proud at some point too. And then I was sorted Gryffindor and really, the only thing worse than that would have been being a squib. I didn’t hear from my family my entire first year until I went back home for the summer. And I actually really hated myself for whatever part of me caused the sorting hat to put me somewhere different. But then I realized that….I can kind of shine in Gryffindor. If I was in Slytherin, I don’t think I would. I think I’d just be quiet and that weird kid in the corner who just wants to get through school and be done. But being in Gryffindor, while it’s definitely presented some challenges…I think it’s been good for me. [And wow, he was talking about himself way too much when Sebastian had probably only asked to be nice and Blaine needed to shut up. So he quickly brought his glass up to his lips and proceeded to finish his drink off in an attempt to silence himself. After a moment, he set the then empty glass down on the table and tried to offer Sebastian an almost apologetic smile.] I can do wandering around. Assuming you’re not sick of me yet. 

You think that having a job lined up for after Hogwarts is he same thing as having everything figured out? I’ll let you keep thinking that, Anderson. [He raised an eyebrow at the question, not sure how to answer. There was the honest answer, but that wasn’t really an option. He’d never told anyone that before and he planned on keeping it to himself anyway, marriage or children or stupid Ministry job be damned. He would probably fit right in. He doubted many young wizards dreamed of having a desk job at the Ministry of Magic.] I love Quidditch, sure. But no I’ve never really considered pursuing it. What’s the point of doing something if you can’t be the best at it? [He gave a wry smile; that was essentially the Slytherin motto. Some of the people he charmed were under the impression that everything was effortless and natural, but it was really just that if he knew he wasn’t good at something, he didn’t even attempt it. So it was almost close enough to be true.] I’m a better Seeker than I am a Keeper anyway. If I actually wanted to go pro, that’s what it would be. [That was the most coveted spot in the league as well as Hogwarts, and if someone as useless as Fabray could outfly him, there would be a hundred more like her. When he was a third year, he would spend hours on the pitch each day until dark training. Now he used his skills to make sure his team was trained, and then found something more useful to do with his time. Sebastian realized his words had taken on a quiet intensity and he quickly laughed before he turned the mood into anything less than playful and fun.] And what about you? What’s the plan after school is over? [And then Blaine was blushing again over his potions comment and ok, that was turning out to be one of his new favorite activities, making Blaine uncomfortable enough to turn a shade of red, eyes wide and that bemused smile in place as he turned to look at anything else.] Want to know another blush worthy fact? At the match, I’m pretty sure I’ll be watching you just as much as the Quaffle. [He watched Blaine finish his drink in one gulp, after spilling so much of his past. Sebastian couldn’t really relate to the feeling of not fitting in. Even when he was unwanted, he managed to feel at ease, melding his way seamlessly into the crowd. His first few years must have been terrible, and suddenly the idea that he hadn’t really noticed Blaine until this year seemed like an impossibility.] Oh Blaine…you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. [His eyes glinted with the spark of something just slightly challenging, but Sebastian was still half hoping that Blaine would be scared off now, before anything else happened. Or maybe that his charm would work even more quickly than usual and he could seduce Anderson by the next match and be done with him. Although he wasn’t even see he’d be able to accomplish that anymore. Sebastian was up on his feet with a smirk, leaning in close enough to murmur over the happy roar of the crowd] Try to keep up, Anderson. [before weaving through the crowd towards the door, happier than he had been in a while.]



Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine continued to listen carefully as Sebastian spoke, slightly surprised when he didn’t comment again on the whole Quinn thing but also relieved that he wasn’t continuing with it. It wasn’t like he’d exactly outright supported the anti-Quinn movement. Instead, he’d simply stated that he understood it. Which hopefully wasn’t too far of a stretch given his family. But Blaine was loving and kind and caring to any and everyone and he just really wasn’t sure why Quinn had ever thought he’d ever be able to pull any of this off. Especially with the boy that he liked. It was painful and it sucked and he just wanted Sebastian to be a morally okay person so that they could be together. Not that he ever thought Sebastian would settle with someone. Especially not someone like Blaine. But it was a nice fantasy and he personally liked to basically live in it but the whole torturing-non purebloods sort of ruined the thought.] A job? Really? What is it? [And just like that they were on another topic. It didn’t even take effort with Sebastian. But Blaine was genuinely curious as to what sort of job Sebastian had lined up that he didn’t have to worry about his current classes and grades. But no matter what Sebastian had lined up, Blaine knew he’d be amazing at it. Because that was Sebastian. He was stupidly good at everything he did. Even the evil things, apparently. Though Blaine couldn’t help but brighten at the mention of Sebastian being willing to help him with potions. It was not only nice to get homework help, but he knew Quinn would support more time with Sebastian and, if Blaine was being honest, time with Sebastian was actually really great.] Yeah? Thank you. That’d be…amazing. I’m not sure why I have such a hard time with it but…it’s definitely been my weakness throughout school thus far. [And maybe that was an overshare, but Blaine couldn’t be bothered to care in that moment. And when Sebastian talked about getting into Slytherin, Blaine couldn’t help but agree that that was clearly exactly where he belonged. For more reasons than one.] You really do look great in green.[And then he noticed the empty drink and he couldn’t help but speak up about it.] Did you want another? I can…go get you one. 

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[Sebastian winced a little at his eager tone, the reality not quite as grand as Mr. Optimism was clearly picturing.] Ministry of Magic. Just like my father. In his department, obviously. I could always refuse, I guess but…I’m rather attached to the family fortune. [He threw Blaine a wink, [The money and the influence among the seedier wizards of the magical world. Being in his family had his perks, and he could never hurt his mother by actually getting disowned. So instead, he toyed with the line, partially for amusement and partially to see just how far they’d allow him to push. He had almost went too far with the little stunt at Christmas, which had landed him solidly in an arranged marriage but at least he was still part of the Smythe legacy.] Not ideal but…means I don’t have to worry about grades, at least. And yeah. Whenever you need help, I’m here. I mean, I like it that’s all. Brewing I mean. So it wouldn’t be a big deal, exactly. [He twirled his empty drink in his hand, almost pleased with the idea. More time with Blaine. And he didn’t even  have to try this time.] Besides, everyone looks sexy by the light of cauldron flames. [He teased lightly.] Not that you need much help there, lion cub. Nor do I, for that matter. But it couldn’t hurt. [The match on Thursday would certainly prove interesting, and now not just because it would be the first time his Seeker had played since the Room of Requirment. Luckily even if he was distracted, which he highly doubted he would be, he was very aware that the Keeper wasn’t the most important person on the field. He could have an off game, not that he’d let that happen. It was what had made it so hard to take that position when he had become Captain instead of taking the Seeker spot back for himself. He loved winning even more than he loved attention and bringing glory to his house.] Are you…have you ever regretted it? Where you were sorted? Don’t get me wrong, you’re meant to be there. Annoying hero complex and all. But did you ever wish that it was different? [He smiled at Blaine’s offer, but shook his head lightly.] Not unless you’re having another. I believed you promised me more time, Anderson. Wandering around and all that.





Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine froze for a minute, only blinking while the words that Sebastian had just said started to register. Did he just say that Blaine was a good Captain? Without something mean or condescending following it? That was…..a truly beautiful and amazing thing and the way it made Blaine feel was absolutely ridiculous. It wasn’t like Sebastian just went around saying nice things. It was either because he really meant it or he wanted something out of someone. But Blaine wasn’t sure what Sebastian could want out of him so he opted to believe that it was an actual compliment. And that made Blaine have this horrible urge to hug Sebastian which would have just been incredibly embarrassing so thankfully there was a table in the way to stop him. So the best he could do was just grin which was probably too much of a reaction but he could try to figure out how to mask his emotions better later.] Thank you! That’s…wow. Thank you. It’s been interesting, that’s for sure. A lot of trial and error, you know?  I’m just really glad I was given the opportunity to do this. [And sometimes Blaine even wanted to roll his eyes at himself because he honestly didn’t know how he managed to always be so positive when sometimes, the thought of being positive literally pained him. But it was practically habit at this point. And really, what would people do if he ever changed that? No one would know what to do or how to react. He tried not to grimace when Sebastian said that Quinn being Captain would leave the team in tatters. Blaine loved Quinn and knew she was a great player, but he had to remind himself that he was supposed to be on Sebastian’s side for all of this. Surely a few small comments wouldn’t kill him, right? He could spend time hating himself for it later.] You’re right, I guess. Talent aside, you wouldn’t want to leave the team to someone who wouldn’t be respected. Not to mention how upset the Slytherin Alumni would be.. [And it wasn’t a horrible comment. Really just barely hinted at anything having to do with blood status. But it still managed to make Blaine feel slightly sick. Sometime soon he’d have to start channeling his very Slytherin brother or something.] If anyone can charm their way into good grades, I’m sure it’s you. Though, I don’t know why you don’t just do the work. You’re clearly bright enough. But to each his own, I suppose. Seriously though? Sometime soon I might have to track you down for Potions help. I’ve never struggled so much in a class before. [And then he was listening to Sebastian talk about the Common Room and Blaine realized that he’d never actually seen it. He’d heard stories, of course, but that had been about it. He wasn’t exactly welcomed in that area of the castle.] I remember hearing stories about the mermaids growing up….everyone assumed I’d end up in Slytherin and then….I didn’t. We don’t have mermaids. We have….lots of annoying sky. It’s kind of boring. 

[And just like that, it was fine again. Apparently it only took one compliment to erase the sting of however many insults he’d already managed to get in. That was…not entirely fair on Blaine’s part. Sebastian kept giving him inches, while Blaine gave miles and it..it had to stop. While he was still in his good graces. Sebastian still didn’t understand why he was even here, why he chose to spend time with him when he had friends, admirers, teammates, all who thought him perfect and endearing. But he filed the information away for future nonetheless. Blaine was practically being at him now, and he couldn’t understand it. He had always assumed he was this enthusiastic with everyone, but lately there seemed to be something more when they were together, a different kind of excitement that he hadn’t noticed before. So he had a crush. And it couldn’t be classified as anything else, not with Blaine’s personality. Wasn’t exactly the first time, but this time was far more interesting to Sebastian.] You’re welcome. [His concentration slipped just slightly as Blaine made a passing comment about leaving the team in the hands of a muggleborn. It was true, she was the first mudblood to be sorted into the house in history, since Salazar Slytherin had a deep seated hatred for them. Which was why it was the general consensus that she was missorted, and everyone just needed to wait it out until she was gone and stopped tainting the house’s reputation. But Blaine wasn’t supposed to feel that way. Was this some stupid way to impress him? Did he think this was what Sebastian wanted? Much as he was solid in his own beliefs, the idea of Blaine being swayed towards them was…no, he didn’t want that. So he just nodded in agreement before moving on.] Because it’s an awful lot of work, to attempt to get good grades. Kind of already have a job lined up anyway, so grades literally don’t matter. And I think we both know that I’m not the type of person to do it just for the feeling of accomplishment. [He chuckled, taking another sip and staring down at the bottom of his empty tankard. He hadn’t even noticed. This was surprisingly almost fun. Not exactly what he’d expected.] Yeah? Of course, lion cub. Potions is easy. It’s really just about timing, once you get the ingredients and temperature and everything else out of the way. [It also helped that he had an insane amount of practice. Whenever he did manage to get stuck at home, he either spent most of his time out and at the local bar, or at home restocking their store of…less than legal potions for his mother. Once you’d mastered the incredibly complex potions where even the way you sliced certain ingredients mattered, making a simple Sleeping Draught was as easy as breathing. The reminder that Blaine came from a Slytherin family too made him wonder if they had similar things lurking around his home. He shouldn’t be surprised that Blaine had never been in the dungeons, but lions weren’t usually plentiful there. Sebastian himself had only managed to cross all three of the other common rooms off his list a few weeks ago.] Funny, everyone assumed I’d end up in Slytherin and then…I did. No surprises there. I’ve always liked the mermaids though. I think they might be my favorite part of being in my house. You know, aside from how amazing I look in green.

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Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine had to try not to actually flinch at Sebastian’s response. After all, he had known it was coming the minute he’d opened his mouth. And if he was being honest, it wasn’t nearly as bad as what he’d anticipated. Still the comment about his team hurt a little and while Blaine tried to act like it didn’t, he couldn’t just not say something about it. It was one thing to make rude remarks about him but it was another to make them about his entire team.] We actually have a great team. And they’ve only improved since I was given the Captain’s spot. We may not be vicious like some but we work together and more times than not, we win. [But the fact of the matter was that he and Sebastian both had great teams. And they both clearly had incredibly different approaches. But when he mentioned how different it was being on and off the field, Blaine couldn’t help but shake his head. Because the truth of it was, both were hard. For different reasons. Nothing was easy and if it was, you weren’t doing it right. But Blaine had already vomited enough rainbows for the day. In fact, he was surprised Sebastian was even still sitting there so he wasn’t about to push his luck. He looked down for a moment, not really sure where to go from there, but luckily Sebastian was speaking up again. And clearly it was a comment that went completely over his head. As he mentioned topping, Blaine’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly Sebastian was talking about. And then it sort of hit him and it was definitely something that Blaine knew nothing about and he couldn’t help the almost nervous laugh that he let out as he looked away again, this time a small blush creeping over his cheeks. When he finally managed to feel confident enough in his ability to speak without sounding completely shocked and caught off guard, he looked back towards Sebastian with a small smile.]  Right. I keep forgetting we’re not the same year. Personally, whatever prejudices aside, I think Quinn would make a great Captain. But that’s…I mean, it’s your team. It’ll be weird to play against Slytherin without you being there. 

[Sebastian registered the flash of hurt on Blaine’s face and sighed, schooling his expression into one of boredom while he tried to figure out how to reverse some of the damage. Hopefully he was a bit more skilled at hiding emotions than Anderson was.] I didn’t mean…you’re an amazing Captain, Blaine. Really. Your approach clearly works. I just…I don’t know how to function like that. [He wasn’t sure whether to admire the fact that Blaine managed to live in his naive world of sunshine and rainbows or look down on it. But he was starting to realize that the other boy was much more aware of himself and others…maybe even of Sebastian too…than he had originally thought. So maybe it wasn’t naivety exactly just an inordinate amount of optimism. Blaine was ducking his head and blushing at the comment, and he felt warmth bloom in his chest at the sight. Maybe he would hold off on trying to seduce him, if he was actually a blushing virgin. Sebastian usually had a game plan in place at this point but this time he was just kind of…improvising. And trying not to overthink, because he did enough of that in games and strategies as it was. He gave a low chuckle at Blaine’s assumption of Quinn as Captain.] I have a hard enough time getting them to listen to me. If hatred comes before pride now, imagine what would happen if I actually did that. It was a joke, I wouldn’t actually leave the team in tatters like that. [Nor would he give Quinn the satisfaction. There probably was a good chance whoever replaced him as Captain would kick her off the team immediately anyway. But it didn’t matter. If it wasn’t him winning, he didn’t care how badly they lost, Slytherin pride aside. But Blaine would be here, baking his team cookies and winning easily long after he had graduated. In truth, he often forgot they were in separate years too. The idea that Hogwarts would somehow function without him was foreign; not because he was actually that arrogant, but because it was all he had ever really known. He didn’t go home for holidays much, and if he could have stayed over summers, he probably would have.] No, we aren’t. Which means you get a whole year before you have to freak out about NEWTS. Or in my case, attempt to charm your way through everything except Potions and Defense. And Care of Magical Creatures, but that class practically hands you an O anyway. [At least he had Potions. And unlike most of his housemates, he wasn’t spending all his time in the library, so he would probably need that O to fall back on.] Seriously though, you should see the inside of the snakes common room lately. Much more boring then usual. And so many people studying all night long…they scare away the mermaids.



Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[Blaine shouldn’t have mentioned Quinn. He knew that. But the words were out before he could have thought better of them. The way Sebastian just brushed the whole topic off, however, made his stomach tighten again as he remembered what Quinn’s arm had looked like. The spells that Sebastian and Kurt….but those weren’t things he needed to be thinking of at the moment. The last thing he wanted was for Sebastian to find out that Blaine knew. Though he had to admit, he was surprised that Sebastian didn’t offer up a comment about how if she was a better player, from a better background, etc, she wouldn’t have needed the extra ‘practice’ in the first place. While Sebastian continued to talk about his team, Blaine took occasional sips of his drink as he listened to Sebastian intently, really surprised that he was saying as much as he was. This was almost like an actual conversation and Blaine couldn’t help but want to memorize every little detail of it. From the way that Sebastian, for once, seemed to truly be concerned about something to the fact that not every other sentence was some sort of unnecessary insult. Not that Blaine thought that would last long at all with his sudden urge to respond to what Sebastian was saying.] You seem like a great Captain, Sebastian. I mean, you’re certainly an amazing player and you clearly care about the game. But if you want them to act like a team, you have to actually treat them like one. I know you might not like all of the players, you actually have been pretty obvious about that lately, but they are your players whether you like them or not. And if you keep being quite so vocal with your distaste for them off the field, then the rest of your team is going to follow suit and treat them badly on the field. You’re a leader, so whatever you might feel personally, you should be ignoring in preference for actually leading. But that was…I shouldn’t have said anything. Not my place. Apologies. I’m sure whatever choices you make for your team will end up being the right ones.  I do not envy having to Captain your team. They’re sort of scary as hell. [Looking away for a moment, Blaine was practically wincing already at the very good possibility that Sebastian would have something snarky to say about Blaine’s unwanted advice. One day he’d learn to stop throwing it out there in the hopes that someone would listen. It wasn’t like they ever did anyway. He looked back at Sebastian when he asked about Gryffindor and Blaine couldn’t help but smile.] It’s fine, really. I don’t mind talking about you. It’s nice, actually. But um, we’re good. I’m starting to get a little stressed that this is our Seeker’s last year, but I’m trying not to worry about that too much just yet. They’ve been working hard, I’m sure they’re going to be slacking a little after our win against Hufflepuff. Which is actually really annoying but when you’re dealing with a team full of egos like ours, it’s not always the easiest thing to point out that they should be working harder to stay on top, you know instead of easing up because they’re already there.

[Sebastian kept his expression cool, listening to Blaine simplify his problem into a bare skeleton of what it actually was, worrying the inside of his lip. Quinn was a muggleborn. She was against everything the founder of their very house stood for, and the only reason he had given up the Seeker spot to her was because his need to win overpowered his hatred and deeply rooted respect of blood status. But there was no way he was ever going to like her, ever going to pat her on the back for a good game, or offer a consolatory word on the rare and unacceptable occasion when she fucked up a game. His third year he had everything and then someone who barely qualified as a witch swooped in to take it away. His father had tolerated his obsession with Quidditch only because he was the best at it, because he had the most important spot on the team and they had won the House Cup. His Magic is Might father couldn’t fathom a world where you didn’t give a rat’s ass about what the other pureblood families thought of you, and that their might be something more interesting to him than raising his own little flock of future Dark Lord worshippers. Now he had to come to terms with the fact that this was the last year he would ever fly on a pitch again, before settling down with some pathetic Ministry of Magic job and living in a house in the countryside with Juliet. Sebastian knew he could create his own fun in such a situation but still…it wasn’t idea. And it was all the mudblood’s fault.] Right, and I should listen to your advice because of your glowing record? Slytherin wins more often then not, and when they do, it has nothing to do with holding hands and swaying a circle. [Sebastian bit back a million other retorts he had already formulated, insults about height and eyebrows, and that annoying fucking way that Blaine made perfect sense half the time even when he knew that wasn’t the reason. He leaned back, his tone softening.] On the field and off the field are two very different things, Anderson. One is effortless, and one is hard. [He didn’t really feel like elaborating on which was which, so he let it go, glancing back out the window and already kicking himself for snapping at him. At least he hadn’t verbally castrated him, as he was pretty sure that would have put a damper on the outing.] Can you blame them? Topping is just so much effort. [His lips twitched up into a smile, because making thinly veiled references to things Blaine wouldn’t understand was actually pretty entertaining.] But yeah, I don’t envy you your graduating players. This time it’s me heading off. Although I do have to figure out who to make Captain next year. I’ve considered Fabray just to see what everyone would do but…I don’t think it’ll actually happen.



Hogsmeade Weekend || Seblaine 

ohmywizard-god:

[This was definitely outside of Blaine’s comfort level for multiple reasons. There was the obvious  of Sebastian being some crazy curse-wielding blood elitist. There was the slightly less obvious of Blaine not really ever spending time with guys he actually liked. Mostly because he’d only genuinely liked one before Sebastian and that had just ended in a complete disaster so he tended to avoid that whole mess of things. And then there was the much less obvious cause of discomfort which was that Blaine only ever saw Sebastian in specific places. Mostly the Quidditch pitch, though occasionally they ran into each other for brief bits of time in the hallways at the school or in Common Room parties. Once or twice he saw him at events that he’d been drug to over holidays by his family, but Blaine usually stayed to himself at those, not wanting to make anymore of a scene for his family than his presence already caused. Actually being somewhere outside of the school, just spending time with Sebastian one on one was a completely new experience for him.  He really wished it hadn’t been tainted by…Sebastian secretly being a horrible person. But he was certainly doing enough pretending already, so would it really hurt to just pretend that this was a perfectly normal hang out for a while?   There weren’t any rules saying he couldn’t enjoy the time with Sebastian, right? When Sebastian came back over to the table with the drinks, Blaine gave him a smile when he sat down.] Thanks! I’ll pay for yours next time. [He had been about to offer to just pay back what he owed for the drink, but he figured that Sebastian probably wouldn’t take it and this way, there was at least a tentative ‘next time’ in the works.] I’ve been good! Just sort of been up to the same things as usual….homework, quidditch, friends. I did hear about how hard you were training lately, though. Quinn seemed exhausted the last time I saw her. How’s all of that going by the way? Ready for the game?

[Sebastian let the offer to pay pass without comment, trying not to let his blatant amusement show. Partly at the fact that he knew Blaine would actually attempt to pay next time, but at the fact that there would be a next time at all. He had joked about buying him a drink after the match for at least a week now, so it was clear that he couldn’t be talking about Thursday. Today was a day out, a casual hangout with a friend. But after the match was a second one. And then a third…it was enough to have Sebastian biting the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. He stiffened at the mention of Quinn, alarm bells going off in his head, but it was just a passing comment and he gradually relaxed. If it were anyone else, he would have concocted some anecdote about the training, lies sliding from his tongue smoothly, or gone right into a well practiced speech about what a disgrace she was to the Slytherin household. But not Blaine. So instead, he offered a casual] Did she? Huh. [before taking another sip of his drink, letting the alcohol warm him in the suddenly chill air of the bustling tavern.] It’s…yeah, more than ready. You really have no chance if my team can manage to, you know, act like a team. [He scowled, brows knitting together as he thought of the recent dissent among the team.] When I joined my third year it was like we were a family. A family that was willing to slaughter every single one of it’s own members if that’s what it took to win, but a family nonetheless. Now it’s like….I don’t know. Like hatred is more important than winning. [He thought of the recent threats, the beaters letting bludgers hit their own teammates just so that they could get the satisfaction of watching the bones of someone they disliked crunch sickeningly. He was pretty sure Juliet and Santana were the only members of the team as dedicated to winning as he was now.] If it doesn’t improve after this game, I’m going to have to hold tryouts to refill some of the positions. Which would…suck. Different for Slytherins, I guess. Telling them that they aren’t good enough at something is the worst thing you can do. It gets messy. And I know I’m Captain, I’m just not really looking forward to that. [His eyes had strayed to the hoards of people outside, zoning out as he spoke, and he suddenly realized just how much he’d been oversharing. But it had been bothering him, and he was to close to see the extent of how much until he actually voiced it.] And I’ve been talking about myself this whole time, I’m sorry. How’re the lions?