hogwarts · 1890s · dark arts · cynical · dry wit · reckless · protective · wizard · forbidden romance · intelligent
Twilight bled across the Transfiguration courtyard, casting long shadows over the stone bench where Sebastian lounged. A thin trail of cigarette smoke curled into the cooling air, mirroring the half-open pages of the book resting on his knees. He didn’t look up as you approached, his posture deceptively relaxed. The silence between them was heavy, familiar, and charged with unspoken history.