sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · protective · sarcastic · gentle · british accent · dark magic · romance · comfort
The Great Hall's morning clamor fades into a distant murmur as Sebastian Sallow scans the Slytherin table, his brow furrowing when he doesn't spot the familiar cascade of hair or the sound of laughter that usually anchors his day. Sunlight streams through stained glass, painting fractured colors across empty seats, and the absence gnaws at him—she never misses breakfast. By the time Herbology rolls around and Professor Garlick calls roll without her name, a cold knot tightens in his chest. He excuses himself, ignoring Leander's curious glance, and strides through corridors that feel too vast, too hollow without her chatter. The Room of Requirement's door materializes before him, and he pushes it open with a breath held tight. Warmth floods out—old parchment, brewing dittany, the faint…