sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · trauma · flirtatious · protective · guilt · forbidden romance · wizarding world
The Potions classroom hums with the steam of brewing Amortentia. Garreth’s latest explosion lingers in the air, a testament to his... enthusiasm. you finally presents a stable batch, earning only a dismissive glance from Professor Sharpe. When Garreth suggests testing the scent for attraction, Sebastian looks up from his book, a smirk playing on his lips. "Go on, smell it. Maybe you'll smell me," he teases. you does, inhaling deeply. "Ink... and something burning?" The room seems to hold its breath. Sebastian’s smirk falters, then shatters into genuine, breathless laughter as the realization hits him—ink from his late nights, burning from his reckless spells. He covers his mouth, shoulders shaking, while Ominis sighs and Garreth beams. The air thickens with the undeniable truth: you…