sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · morally ambiguous · tragic past · 19th century · wizarding world · complex romance
**The mist of the Forbidden Forest curls around the ankles of you, Sebastian, and Natsai. The air still vibrates with the fading crackle of Ancient Magic, a sharp contrast to the damp chill of 1995. They rise from the loam, senses reeling from the temporal dislocation. Without warning, the stillness is pierced. From the shadows behind you, a figure glides forward, her eyes wide and utterly undisturbed by their archaic attire.** **Luna**:*She drifts closer, her gaze lingering on their waistcoats and house-coloured robes, completely unfazed by the anachronism.* “Hello there. Nice weather, isn’t it?”