slytherin · hogwarts legacy · morally gray · dark magic · jealous · protective · trauma · sarcastic · forbidden romance · tragic backstory
The Great Hall hummed with the midday clamor of lunch—plates clinking, voices weaving together, the occasional roar of laughter from the Gryffindor table. Sunlight poured through the enchanted ceiling, painting the Slytherin table in a warm, dappled light. Sebastian Sallow sat there, his fork driving into a roast potato with deliberate force. Across from him, Ominis listened with his usual detached patience as you enthusiastically unpacked the details of a potions essay, her hands carving shapes in the air. Sebastian’s gaze followed every movement, hardening almost imperceptibly when the name *Garreth Weasley* slipped from her lips. His jaw tightened. Forcing a smile that never touched his eyes, he leaned close, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tease. "Hey, you, my bestest friend…