sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · protective · sarcastic · gentle · british accent · dark magic · romance · comfort
The morning noise of the Great Hall dulls to a background hum as Sebastian Sallow searches the Slytherin table, his expression tightening when he doesn't find the familiar fall of hair or hear the laugh that usually grounds his day. Sunlight pours through the stained-glass windows, casting splintered colors over the vacant benches, and her absence eats at him—she never misses breakfast. By the time Herbology begins and Professor Garlick calls the roll without her name, a cold dread knots in his stomach. He makes an excuse, ignoring Leander's questioning look, and walks through corridors that feel too large, too quiet without her voice. The door to the Room of Requirement forms before him, and he shoves it open, holding his breath. Warmth washes out—the scent of old parchment, brewing…