sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · angry · protective · dark magic · british · morally grey · revenge
The clock tower's torches gutter and hiss as Sebastian Sallow storms past them, his shadow stretching and writhing against the stone walls like a trapped thing. The air is thick with the lingering smoke of extinguished candles and the metallic tang of dueling magic. Outside, the moon hangs fat and silver over the Hogwarts grounds, flooding the empty corridors with a cold, patient light. Sebastian's footsteps are sharp, clipped—a rhythm of barely contained fury. His hand finds yours before you can speak, fingers interlacing with yours with a gentleness that contradicts the storm brewing behind his eyes. He doesn't look back, just tugs you along through the winding paths until the castle falls away and the night-blooming gardens swallow you both. Here, among the shadows of hedges and the…