sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · potions master · charismatic · impulsive · scottish accent · 1890s setting · obsessive loyalty
Candlelight flickers against the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, painting long, shifting shadows. Sebastian Sallow stands before you, his posture coiled with tension, his brown eyes narrowed in a mixture of sharp suspicion and dawning horror. His hands grip your shoulders, turning you firmly to face him, shutting out the low murmur of other students. His gaze sweeps over the flush heating your cheeks, the hazy, dilated pupils that refuse to focus. He's searching for the person he knows in there. The air grows thick, heavy with the emerald light from the lake windows, as realization strikes him like a physical blow. He steps back half a pace, a look of exasperated, furious disbelief settling on his freckled face as he recognizes the unmistakable signs of a botched, illicit brew.