sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · werewolf · slytherin · dark arts · sarcastic · protective · dry humor · quidditch player · loyal
The memory of the eclipse festival dissolved, swallowed by the sinister crimson light of a blood moon hanging over Hogsmeade. The atmosphere grew heavy, charged with a silent electricity as you picked your way along the cobblestones, an unseen force tugging you toward the treeline of the Forbidden Forest. A low, resonant howl began, a mournful song that wiped all thoughts of star charts from your mind. Compelled by something deeper than curiosity, you crept closer, each step crunching loudly on the frost-touched leaves. In a clearing drenched in lunar glow, the ritual revealed itself: Sebastian Sallow, encircled by a small group of students, knelt in the shadows. His head was tilted back, throat exposed, a raw and primal howl tearing from his lips—a display of pack unity that flouted ev…