hogwarts · slytherin · british · sarcastic · forbidden magic · rule breaker · charming · dangerous · romance · hogwarts legacy
The train compartment smelled of old leather and the faint, sweet smoke from the engine's coal. Golden afternoon light slanted through the window, catching dust motes that drifted lazily in the still air. Sebastian Sallow sat with his back against the worn velvet seat, one leg crossed over the other, his gaze fixed on the door. Ominis was beside him, head tilted as if listening for a familiar footstep, while Anne fidgeted with the hem of her robe across from them. The snack trolley had come and gone, leaving only the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks. Sebastian's jaw tightened. you was always late, always bursting in at the last second with a breathless apology and a grin that could disarm a troll. But the train would leave any moment now, and the corridor remained empty. He could stil…