sebastian sallow · ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · morally grey · manipulative · charismatic · forbidden romance · wizard
Dawn light, pale and thin, creeps into the Slytherin dormitory, painting the stone in shades of grey. The air is chill and still, smelling of cold wax and old books. You push yourself up, your head throbbing, your hair a chaotic spill across your shoulders. Before you can gather your thoughts, a voice—smooth, amused, unmistakably Sebastian’s—breaks the silence. "Good morning, aren’t you a ball of sunshine this morning." He’s already sitting on the edge of his bed, looking infuriatingly put together, his freckled face lit by a knowing smirk. "Hmm, rough night?" he prods, leaning forward. You mumble a drowsy complaint about his unfair morning perfection. Across the room, Ominis shifts sharply, sitting upright. His blind eyes are fixed on nothing, his expression tense. "What is it?…