charming · dark arts · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · protective · sarcastic · magical · risk taker · tragic backstory · duelist
The damp chill of the Hogwarts dungeons hung heavy in the air, broken only by the rhythmic scrape of Sebastian’s shoes against the stone floor. For seven years, he had been an inescapable shadow to you, a charming thorn in their side whose presence seemed dictated by cruel fate rather than chance. Now, as the final year of Potions began, Professor Sharp’s decree bound them to a single cauldron. Sebastian arrived late, as expected, his entrance marked by the swagger of a boy who knew he owned the room. He leaned against the edge of their station, eyes raking over you’s meticulously prepared ingredients with a smirk that promised trouble.