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Abigail/Sebastian
She was the snottiest little thing he'd ever come across.

Sebastian stood against a pillar in the Transfiguration courtyard as Alex and Fabian continued their game of gobstones. It had been going on for about an hour; Graeme had grown bored and left for more exciting things about twenty minutes ago. Sebastian, however, was stewing over Abigail McGregory and had not moved from his post. The little bint had---he'd only tried to help her with her dropped belongings, but she'd dared to say---

'Don't touch my things, mudblood'

Alex had nearly thrown a fit ready to blow up the castle and Fabian had to drag him away to the courtyard (which was why they were so immersed in their game). Sebastian had brushed it off initially, 'sticks and stones' and all that garbage, but as he continued to watch Abigail across the courtyard, sitting like a prissy princess with her group of friends, it occured to him that he should not just walk away and take it, that if he wanted people to stop using the word and discriminating, then--he had to do something about it.

"Watch it, Goldstein!" Alex snapped from the ground as Sebastian stepped straight through the circle of gobstones. He didn't stop when Fabian called after him, and he barely acknowledged walking into Professor Flitwick. No, he was on a mission.

He was less than a meter in front of Abigail before she saw him, and she didn't bother standing as she glared viciously up at him.

"Go away, mu---"

Sebastian wasted no time in grabbing and pulling her tie, kissing her hard and not letting go until she started to squeak into his mouth. He let Abigail snap back, quite obviously bewildered, and he pointed a lazy finger at her.

"That's what it's like to be touched by a mudblood." Sebastian winked and hurried out of the courtyard, grinning at the hooting and hollering of his roommates.