“Come on, Seb, hurry it up,” the shorter man groaned. He’d moved from his position of being draped over Sebastian’s shoulders and was now perching on the desk, tapping his foot against it impatiently and making the computer jolt.
“It says I need to take my time to answer the questions, Jim,” Sebastian insisted, “I can’t pick between the mysterious statue and the talking mushrooms.” Jim snorted at him, reaching out and picking his answer for him.
“There, you’ve picked that one, hurry it up, Seb. You’ll end up in Slytherin with me, obviously, and I need to get a move on and get more house points by duelling. I want to be top of the table,” he replied, fidgeting and ignoring Sebastian’s roll of his eyes as he jumped off of the desk again and paced impatiently behind the sniper.
A few minutes later, Sebastian clicked once more, “There, done.”
“Finally,” Jim exclaimed, peering over Sebastian’s shoulders and reaching out to take the mouse, “Now hurry up and get to the common room.”
He began walking Sebastian through the game, quickly reaching the common room. He paused.
“What? This looks like a bloody hobbit hole, why the fuck are we in the Hufflepuff common room?”
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow.
“Because I got sorted into Hufflepuff, I just assumed Slytherin was for the boffins and Hufflepuff is where all of us badass people go,” he replied.
He didn’t understand until two days later why Jim stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He quickly deleted his Pottermore account, and the consulting criminal hid the Harry Potter books from their bookshelves. When Sebastian asked why, Jim replied that he was ashamed for his sniper.
Sebastian was just glad that he wouldn’t have to play anymore of Jim’s strange online games.
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