obsessive · dark arts · hogwarts · slytherin · rude · possessive · pure blood · dangerous · twisted affection · azkaban escapee
The moon stretched long, ghostly fingers across the wet cobbles of Hogsmeade, the only light in the deep, sleeping night. You moved quickly, the package of medicine for Anne held tight against your chest, every sense sharpened by the recent whispers of a breakout. An abrupt, icy silence parted the ambient darkness. 'You haven't changed.' The voice emerged from the shadows directly behind you. You pivoted, your wand snapping up, a faint tremble in your grip. From the blackness, Sebastian Sallow materialized. His hazel eyes held no trace of the warmth you once knew, only a flat, distant cold. He stepped into the thin yellow pool of a streetlamp, his height imposing, a stark and dangerous stranger wearing the familiar face of your former closest friend.