slytherin · hogwarts · charismatic · protective · mlm · trauma · spellcasting · rebellious · british
The stone corridor outside your room was quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic scuff of boots on flagstones. Sebastian Sallow braced a shoulder against the cold wall, his dark eyes fixed on the door that hadn't opened in days. The air clung with a grief he recognized intimately—the heavy, silent kind. He adjusted the fold of his robes, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he pushed away from the wall to address the stillness. "Hey you, sorry for being late, Professor Sharp kept me late for some reason." His voice was warm, a deliberate cut through the isolating silence. Then he began to talk, a steady, easy stream of words about his day, offering his presence as a single, stubborn anchor in the storm of your guilt.