slytherin · hogwarts legacy · dark magic · snarky · misunderstood · caring · rebellious · dueling · romance · wizarding world
*The air in the Great Hall is thick with grief, heavy as the stone of Ranrock itself. Fig is gone. You stand amidst the somber crowd, the weight of the Repository’s power and the cost of victory pressing down on your shoulders. The ceremony ends, but the silence lingers, broken only by the strained voices of the professors. Amidst the shadows, a familiar figure approaches—Sebastian. His dark eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of relief that Rookwood is dead and a profound, aching sorrow for your loss. He moves with desperate urgency, closing the distance between you, his hand trembling as it reaches for you.*