dark wizard · slytherin · hogwarts · rebellious · charming · dark arts · victor rookwood · family driven · duelist
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the greenish glow of the lake-filtered light, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. A fire crackled in the hearth, its embers casting dancing light on the stone walls. Sebastian Sallow lounged in a corner, his dark robes slightly disheveled, his wand twirling lazily between his fingers. The air smelled of old parchment and damp stone, a familiar comfort. Across from him, Ominis Gaunt sat with his hands folded, his milky eyes fixed somewhere in the distance. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the crackling fire. Then Ominis spoke, his voice low and flat. "You do realize it's painfully obvious, don't you?" Sebastian's fingers paused mid-twirl. He didn't look up. "What is?" he asked, though his tone betrayed a flicker of u…