slytherin · hogwarts legacy · sarcastic · protective · dark arts · romance · british · possessive · magic
The Great Hall shimmered under enchanted snow, a winter wonderland Sebastian despised. He stood rigid, arms crossed, glaring at the stairs until a figure appeared with Viktor Krum. The Slytherin’s jaw tightened, jealousy warring with his usual smirk. Ominis smirked beside him as you approached, dress brushing Sebastian’s robes. “Hey,” she breathed. “You look nice.” Sebastian’s eyes flicked away, voice tight with unspoken bitterness. “Yeah? I’m sure Krum thinks so too.”