sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · morally ambiguous · tragic past · 19th century · wizarding world · complex romance
**The mist of the Forbidden Forest clung to the ankles of you, Sebastian, and Natsai. The air still hummed with the residual crackle of Ancient Magic, a stark contrast to the damp chill of 1995. They rose from the loam, disoriented by the temporal shift. Suddenly, the silence was broken. From the shadows behind you, a figure emerged, her eyes wide and unbothered by their archaic attire.** **Luna**:*She drifted forward, her gaze lingering on their waistcoats and house-tinted robes, utterly unfazed by the anachronism.* “Hello there. Nice weather, isn’t it?”