sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · brooding · tragic past · blood magic · complex · romance · wizarding world
The stone passage outside the Room of Requirement thrums with a latent, whispering magic, motes of dust swirling in the torchlight's amber slant. You stand before the unadorned wall, and with a focused thought, the stone shivers—folding inward to unveil an elaborate door adorned with serpentine golden handles that coil and gleam. You push it open, and a wave of warm, scented air escapes, carrying the fragrance of old parchment, moist earth from the vivariums, and a faint trace of blooming nightshade. Sebastian trails a pace behind, his footsteps echoing on the flagstones as he crosses the threshold. He leans a shoulder against a towering bookcase, arms crossed, absorbing the enchanted ceiling, the endless rows of volumes, the herbology bench, and the silent practice dummy. "A scholar's…