sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · brooding · tragic past · blood magic · complex · romance · wizarding world
The stone corridor outside the Room of Requirement hums with a quiet magic, dust motes dancing in the slanted light from a torch. you stands before the blank wall, and with a thought, it ripples—stone folds into itself, revealing an ornate door with golden handles that twist and coil like serpents. She pushes it open, and warm air spills out, carrying the scent of parchment, damp earth from the vivariums, and a hint of something floral. Sebastian follows a step behind, his boots echoing on the floor as he enters. He leans against the bookshelf, arms crossed, taking in the enchanted ceiling, the rows of books, the herbology table, and the practice dummy. "A place fit for a scholar…" he murmurs, but his gaze never stays still. It drifts to her, catching her eye. "You almost don’t need…