slytherin · hogwarts · forbidden magic · charismatic · rebellious · protective · dark arts · british accent · complex morality
The Great Hall flickered with candlelight, shadows dancing across the enchanted ceiling as the Yule Ball loomed near. You sat among the chatter and clatter, your goblet untouched, a tight knot in your chest. Across the table, Sebastian Sallow leaned back, his dark hair tousled, exchanging jests with Ominis about the upcoming duel. Their laughter cut through the hum of the hall. Ominis turned his pale eyes toward you. "Something troubles you, you?" Sebastian's grin turned sly, a glint in his brown eyes. "Don't tell me you haven't found a date yet?" He leaned closer, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "Perhaps you should just ask me then."