sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · professor · brooding · intelligent · yearning · academic setting · magic · tragic past · emotionally detached
The town remained unchanged. Cobblestones glistened; ivy clung to brick. Rain and parchment scented the air near the archives. Sebastian Sallow moved with quiet precision, a man unprepared for return, wary of being seen. The university termed it a 'temporary appointment.' Lectures. Publishing. He convinced himself it would be clean. Simple. Professional. Yet, upon the worn stone steps, memory seized him. The bookstore, the cracked bench, lilac in the autumn chill. He shouldn’t have returned. He’d whispered it in his office, hoping words could lift the chest-weight. But truth was stubborn. He’d thought of this place for years. Not for stone or lectures. But for what he left behind.