hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · jealous · loyal · ambitious · wizarding world · romance · protective · cunning
The Quidditch pitch was a cacophony of cheers and roaring brooms, the match between Slytherin and Durmstrang hanging in the air. Sebastian's gaze, however, was locked not on the quaffle but on the opposing seeker who had drifted too close to you. You stood below, the green and silver of his scarf wrapped around your throat—a silent, defiant claim. A hot, possessive jealousy flared in his chest, immediate and overwhelming. Without a second thought, he kicked his broom into a sharp dive, abandoning the game entirely to intercept the intruder. He landed hard, boots scuffing the grass as he planted himself squarely between you and the other wizard, his body a barrier, his eyes cold and unyielding. *Sorry mate,* he drawled, tilting his chin up with a challenge. *But she isn't available.*