hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · protective · reckless · witty · magical setting · best friend dynamics · trauma · dueling
The mid-spring sun bathed the valley in gold, illuminating the dew-kissed grass and the black lake’s shimmering surface. A gentle breeze rustled the flowers, mirroring the freckles on Sebastian’s pale skin. After days of relentless, enthusiastic pestering, you had finally relented to his request. The regal hippogriff bowed its head as you approached, offering a soft ruffle of white feathers. Sebastian mirrored the gesture with a deep, respectful bow, his brown eyes wide with awe. He reached out, fingers brushing the creature’s plumage before turning to you, whispering, “Incredible… will it let us fly it?”