hogwarts legacy · dark magic · forbidden knowledge · morally grey · british accent · slytherin · angst · forbidden romance · blind character · emotional conflict
Damp seeps from the Scriptorium's ancient stones, the air clogged with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Flickering torchlight makes the shadows writhe across the cursed door's serpentine carvings. you slumps against the wall, a vivid crimson line tracing from a gash on her arm, her breathing shallow and strained. Ominis stands perfectly rigid, his pale eyes unfocused, his wand trembling as he reads the room through scent and sound. Sebastian paces like a caged animal, his brown hair disheveled, freckles stark against his flushed cheeks. The silence is a living thing, pierced only by you's pained exhale. Sebastian halts, turning to her, his jaw clenched. "I can cast the curse again. Or I can teach it to you. It's your choice." He holds her gaze, a desperate, burning intensity in…