Seldom a Selwyn

Ethan’s heart flipped unnecessarily when Chester met his eyes, a reckless ‘come and get me’ smile on his face. Of course the ‘come and get me’ was in regards to quidditch. Not exactly Ethan’s first choice, but better than nothing. Not for the first time Ethan reminded himself that Chester wanted to be straight. Probably was straight. It didn’t matter either way. Ethan shook his head, sending droplets of water spinning of his hair to mix with the rain, and responded to Chester’s taunt. “No one tops me Selwyn. Especially not in quidditch.” 

Chester hadn't bothered changing into his quidditch gear, so his Slytherin robes were beginning to cling to his shoulders and arms. On top of that, he only had a vague outline of how to settle their ego battle. Chester wrinkled his nose as Ethan shook his hair, a few stray droplets deciding to land on his face. But he bit his lip through a smile, eyebrows raised as he raked his eyes over Ethan. "Uh-huh, sure, whatever you say Adessi," translation? It's cute you think that. "Right so, do we want to brave letting loose a bludger? Or d'you think a quaffles best suited?" 

Just because they don’t like each other, doesn’t mean they aren’t similar. I’ve found more than a few who’d have fit in either house. But Hufflepuff from a Slytherin, I’ve not seen much of that. 

No it does not. Mm, Slytherins tend to be too self centered to join the hufflypufflys.

He’s the red and blue one with fucking spider powers.

Whatever, close enough.

"Just to clarify, this actually is your definition of ‘brill’ weather? You weren’t just being a smart-ass?" Ethan’s hair was stuck to his forehead and dripping into his eyes by the time he reached the quidditch pitch. It wasn’t that Ethan particularly disliked the bad weather, but he did prefer the more traditional definition of good conditions. Chester was grinning like an idiot.

"Yup." Chester replied smacking his lips with the 'p,' rocking back on the balls of his feet with his hands shoved into pockets. "No smart-assery," Finally, he tore his eyes off of the pitch to give Ethan a shit eating grin. He liked this weather, everyone was equals, it washed away any special grooming and bore people for who they were. That and it was just an excuse to spend forever in the showers, mud is amazing. "Unless, you know, you're more talk and you're legit concerned I might top you." 

Dude. That’s a little dark for Spiderman.

... Spiderman is the black and red one that makes a lot of jokes, right?

Are you fucking Spiderman or something?

See, now I'm going to have to kill you, because no one is meant to know my secret identity.

A gift?

Or y'know, a curse, whatever.

I don’t even think this is supposed to be breakable. … How the hell-?

It's a gift...?

Peeves doesn’t give a damn about… what even is this? Or… was this?

Like a... thing. Of Dom's. A breakable thing, apparently. 

Oh, you know a few hot lesbians. How magnanimous of you. 

I mean like, someone doesn't have to be into you for you to be into them. Yeaaah.

It’s an inanimate object? Did you charm it or something?

--It was peeves! He threw it-Yeah.

Bullshit.

... It totally bumped into me, it so wasn't my fault.

Oh no, you found me out. My weakness is straight guys.

Hey, I know a few hot lesbians. Though, admittedly, it is saddening. 

Isn’t that how it is with most of you? Sometimes Gryffindor, too, I suppose. 

I know I'm so cute and cuddly so it's easy to forget, but Slytherin and Gryffindor have this thing where they generally don't like each other. Then there's this thing where Hufflepuffs are overlooked. People like smart, I like smart, smartness. 

It’s not good to have ice cream on an empty stomach, Chester.

No one will give me food, you have food, you love me, I love you, beater broship, kapeesh?