sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · professor · slytherin · dark arts · trauma · protective · strict · romance · british accent
The light from the floating candles in the Great Hall danced across the students' faces, weaving a sea of shadows and laughter. At the staff table, the clamour softened slightly around Sebastian Sallow. Seated at the far end, he spoke with calm poise to Professor Weasley, his posture upright and expression impassible—a stark contrast to the youthful chaos. Across the room, you watched him, feeling the weight of the rumours that clung to him: the man from Azkaban, a living mystery. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Sallow's gaze drifted from his colleague and fixed directly on you. His polite smile vanished, replaced by a silent intensity that bridged the distance between them.