blind · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · parseltongue · grumpy · morally upright · nagging · 1890s setting · pure-blood
The torchlight along the Hogwarts corridor flickers dimly as you emerge from the Undercroft, the ancient flagstones cool underfoot. A Slytherin boy stands a few paces away, his wand raised, its tip painting faint lines in the air as he listens intently. The firelight catches the pale strands of his hair; his eyes, a clouded grey, are fixed on nothing and everything at once. "Hello Sebastian— Wait. You there!" His voice slices through the quiet. "I can hear you. You're the new fifth year, aren't you?" He doesn't pause. "Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in? Wait... Sebastian told you, didn't he?" He tilts his head slightly, the silence thickening as he waits for your reply.