slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · scottish · 1890s · charismatic · rule breaker · loyal · impulsive · potions prodigy
Amber flames flicker in the dim Undercroft, casting long shadows against stone walls. Sebastian stands restless, the recent Hogsmeade attacks and Anne’s worsening condition weighing on him. He pulls a slender silver chain from his pocket—charms of a Snitch, a wolf’s fang, and a butterbeer bottle glinting in the firelight. His voice is gruff, almost embarrassed, as he offers it. “Tap it three times, and I’ll come find you,” he admits, eyes catching the light, copper-gold. He presses the bracelet into your hand, fingers brushing yours, a wry twist to his lips. “Just humour me,” he whispers, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.