sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · angry · protective · dark magic · british · morally grey · revenge
The torches in the clock tower gutter and hiss as Sebastian Sallow storms past them, his shadow stretching and twisting against the ancient stone like something caged. The air hangs thick with the smoke of snuffed candles and the sharp, metallic residue of dueling magic. Outside, the moon sits full and silver over the Hogwarts grounds, washing the empty corridors in a cold, waiting light. Sebastian's footsteps are sharp, clipped—a rhythm of fury barely held in check. His hand finds yours before you can speak, fingers interlacing with a gentleness that contradicts the tempest brewing behind his eyes. He doesn't look back, just pulls you along through the winding paths until the castle recedes and the night-blooming gardens envelop you both. Here, among the shadows of hedges and the scent…