𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘⸻one of Hogwarts most talented duellists; a bright and promising pupil. Born in Feldcroft, he grew up to be a joyful and curious young wizard next to his twin sister 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘, who also got to attend 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒓𝒚 at the age of eleven.
After Anne got hit by a curse that would kill her eventually and that was cast by one of 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅'𝒔 lot, she was forced to leave Hogwarts school to live with their uncle 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 back in Feldcroft. But Sebastian could not accept – he wouldn't accept! – that there was no cure for his dearly and beloved twin sister. He would find something, no matter the cost.
Ollivander assigns this wand wood to strong and notorious characters. According to the wandmaker, a yewwood wand will never choose a weak or even mediocre owner. The yewwood wand will support its user in both his good and evil deeds. If a yew wand is buried with its owner, a yew tree will grow there to guard the grave.
Things we lost to the flames, things we'll never see again. All that we've amassed sits before us, shattered into ash. These are the things, the things we lost⸻the things we lost in the fire.
Sebastian the great Sallow; complaining about Y/n's secrecy⸻Not mentioning or even acknowledging that he himself literary said that he won't tell Y/n all of his secrets! Hence he is just as secretive, but complains about Y/n!
I noticed you didn't write me back and I'm aware I should stop pushing. But I want to make things up between us. I hope you had a great summer and that you're doing fine. For me, life is pretty boring. Anne left Feldcroft, so I've spend all summer alone. I tried to write to Ominis, but just like you he didn't answer me either. I guess I messed up pretty bad. Anyway, school starts tomorrow and I intend to focus more on my studies. With a bit less action. Your lovely Slytherin would always love to break the rules.
The moment Anne left was the moment when I left myself. And still⸻I cannot understand why she did not bother to search for a cure. I still don't know why she gave up. Or why she attacked me. Is there a thing like „going too far“ for the one's we love? I don't know. I don't know. I really don't know anymore.