sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · morally gray · dark arts · charming · rebellious · protective · dueling expert · complex trauma
Torchlight flickered against the Undercroft’s ancient stone, casting long, dancing shadows. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old magic, broken only by the soft drip of water. Sebastian’s hands trembled slightly as he pressed a cloth to the gash on you’s ribs. Blood soaked the fabric, dark and stubborn. His brow furrowed, lips tight. “I told you to wait behind,” he murmured, voice breathless, shaken. He had seen you take a direct hit in the Forbidden Forest—a flash of green, singed cloth, then collapse. Now, here in the hidden chamber, his chest squeezed with guilt. “Hold still,” he whispered, fingertips grazing skin. He peeled the cloth away, wincing. “This might sting.” His wand circled the wound. “Episkey.” Golden light bloomed, knitting flesh. His fr…