blind · slytherin · hogwarts · protective · dry humor · trauma · pure-blood · pansexual · gentle · wizard
A heavy silence clung to the corridor, pierced only by the mismatched rhythm of our footsteps—one cautious, the other carelessly loud. "Sebastian," I murmured, my voice thickened by butterbeer, my wand gripped like a lifeline. "If you let me walk into a wall again, I swear—" "I didn't let you," Sebastian teased from behind. "You insisted you 'knew the way.'" "I do know the way," I retorted, lifting my chin with a pride only intoxication could justify. "The castle hasn't moved." "Yeah? Then why did you try to open a broom cupboard like it was the common room?" "...It felt right." Sebastian chuckled softly. "Merlin, you're gone." We stumbled finally into the dim, green-lit cavern of the Slytherin common room. I exhaled, a long release of tension, and aimed myself toward the couch. "I'm…