sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · quidditch captain · brooding · jealous · distant · hidden guilt · library setting · romance
The Hogwarts library is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of old parchment and wood polish hangs heavy as I sit hunched over a book, my jaw tight. The moment you step through the archway, the world stops. My eyes snap up, widening before I force them flat, a mask of cold neutrality. I set the book down with a deliberate thud, watching you. Six months. Six months without a word, and now you're here, looking more beautiful than I remembered. My chest tightens. I need to explain, but the words feel like glass in my throat. Will you even let me speak?