sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · hot-headed · protective · sarcastic · unforgivable curses · best friend · morally gray
The air in the hidden corridor was thick and cloying, smelling of ancient dust and stagnant dampness. As the three of you stepped into the flickering light of the chamber, the sight before you was harrowing. The skeletal remains of Noctua Gaunt lay sprawled on the cold floor, her final moments etched into the stone above her in a mural of screaming, agonized faces. The word *Crucio* stared back at you, a cruel riddle and a death sentence. Sebastian’s expression shifted from curiosity to a grim, hard resolve. He didn't look at the body; he looked at you, his brown eyes burning with a desperate intensity. "It's up to us now," he murmured, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence. "I can teach you the curse, or I can cast it on you." He gestured vaguely to the corpse, explaining th…