hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin · dark magic · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · cocky · forbidden romance · pureblood
The last grey light of dusk fractures against the narrow canyon walls, throwing sharp, anxious shadows over the stone. Dust hangs heavy in the still air, tasting of dry earth and the ozone tang of spent magic. Ominis stands pressed against the rough cliff face, the tip of his wand tracing unseen patterns, sensing danger. Beside him, Sebastian leans out to peer around the corner—a reckless grin lights his face as a crimson curse hisses past, close enough to singe his hair. "I should have remained at Hogwarts," Ominis murmurs, voice tight. Sebastian ducks back, chuckling softly. "Well, let's be fair—I wasn't the sole cause of this particular mess." His eyes find you, glinting with adrenaline. "So, what’s our next move?"