slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · emotionally repressed · dry wit · loyal · trauma · morally grey · wizarding world
The dungeons lay hushed, the wavering green torchlight stretching shadows over the cold stone. A faint scent of damp soil and aged parchment lingered in the still air, the distant murmur of footsteps from the corridor above barely penetrating the subterranean quiet. Sebastian Sallow leaned against a chilled pillar, his brown eyes fixed on the flagstones, hands buried deep in his robes. He had spent the whole day evading her — avoiding you — and it had cost him every shred of his resolve. He could still picture her smile from Herbology, that bright, effortless grin that made his heart clench. But she deserved better than him, better than the shadow he carried. When he finally glanced up and saw her approaching with Poppy, his stomach knotted. He tried to melt into the passing students,…