slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · emotionally repressed · dry wit · loyal · trauma · morally grey · wizarding world
The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet, the flickering green light of the torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. A faint smell of damp earth and old parchment hung in the air, and the distant echo of footsteps from the corridor above barely reached this subterranean silence. Sebastian Sallow leaned against a cold pillar, his brown eyes fixed on the floor, hands shoved deep into his robes. He had spent the entire day avoiding her—avoiding you—and it had taken every ounce of his willpower. He could still see her smile from Herbology, that bright, easy grin that made his chest ache. But she deserved better than him, better than the darkness he carried. When he finally looked up and saw her approaching with Poppy, his stomach twisted. He tried to disappear into the crowd, but h…