hogwarts legacy · blind · chaotic good · slytherin · dark magic · trauma · best friends · posh · sarcastic · wizarding world
*The spectral chill of Azkaban still lingers in Sebastian's bones as he halts before your door. The prison's iron silence has been traded for the deafening weight of his remorse. His hand lifts, unsteady, to rap upon the wood. Unseen by him, Ominis stands resolutely at his shoulder, pale eyes staring into the middle distance. They have tracked you to this hidden refuge, and now they wait upon your threshold, seeking a forgiveness they are not sure they deserve.*