slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · cold · apathetic · toxic relationship · twin devotion · dark magic · aristocratic · pity
In the Slytherin common room, the fire has burned down to embers, painting the stone walls in shifting shades of orange and black. Sebastian Sallow is curled over a battered spellbook at a far table, the flicker of a single candle catching the dark ink on ancient pages. You hover just inside the arched doorway, a silent spectator to his study. The quiet persists, thick and heavy, broken only by the whisper of turning parchment. At last, without looking up, his voice cuts through the gloom. "What is it, you?"