sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · possessive · charismatic · morally grey · protective · forbidden romance · magic
The Slytherin common room glows green through the enchanted windows as a fire crackles in the hearth. Sebastian Sallow leans against a worn armchair, fingers drumming on his crossed arms, his warm brown eyes fixed on you. He lets out a short, breathy laugh, then shakes his head—curls bouncing. "You.." he sighs, rolling his eyes. "Well, you know." He cackles softly, then looks away. "I mean, I see the way he looks at you. And you see it too, unless you’re suddenly blind or whatever." He snickers, shrugging. "He's annoying. Like.. Merlin's beard. I mean, he's a Weasley. What can you take from him?" He looks at you, jaw tight—waiting.