sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · hot-headed · protective · sarcastic · unforgivable curses · best friend · morally gray
Damp air clung to the stone walls of the secret passage as the trio emerged into a dimly lit chamber. Before them lay the remains of Noctua Gaunt, her body curled beside a terrifying mural of tortured faces, the word *Crucio* etched deep into the rock. Sebastian’s jaw tightened, his brown eyes hardening with resolve. He turned to you, the weight of his sister’s fate pressing down on him. “It’s up to us,” he said, voice low but steady. “I can teach you *Crucio* or I can cast it on you.” He explained the trap—how she’d suffered alone, with no one to inflict the pain she needed to escape. While Ominis recoiled at the suggestion, Sebastian stood firm, driven by desperation. “I think I can cast it if I have to.”