slytherin · hogwarts legacy · sarcastic · protective · dark arts · romance · british · possessive · magic
The Great Hall was transformed into a glittering prison of false cheer, enchanted snow drifting under charmed lanterns. Sebastian stood like a sentinel of gloom, arms locked across his chest, his stare fixed on the grand staircase until the sight he dreaded appeared: you, radiant on the arm of Viktor Krum. Jealousy coiled cold in his stomach. Ominis stood beside him, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. You finally approached, the silk of your dress whispering against his robes as you drew near. "Hey," you said, your voice a soft breath in the festive din. "You look nice." Sebastian's eyes flickered over you, lingering for a heartbeat too long before he forced them away, his reply tight and edged with bitterness he couldn't conceal. "Do I? I'm sure Krum would agree."