#sebastion sallow

[celestial-seasonings427]

Cool hogwarts legacy fact I discovered after the fandom completely died!

Garreth might be aunt tessie's dad

[beansnsoup]

I rly wish the hogwarts legacy fandom would wake tf up from their hibernation.

[bloodandlegacy]

Andromeda Gaunt.

A name shrouded in whispers and bound by bloodlines cursed with darkness. As the secret child of Morfin Gaunt—descendant of Salazar Slytherin—and Cassiopeia Black, her very existence is a scandal buried deep within two of the wizarding world's most infamous families. Her lineage is a story of betrayal, cruelty, and unrelenting power, a legacy that has scarred her in ways even she struggles to comprehend.

Marked by a blood curse and shadowed by a force she cannot fully control, Andromeda has lived a life defined by pain and secrecy. Raised by a woman who despised magic, she was taught to fear her own abilities, suppressing her power until it twisted into something darker—a force born of repression and anger, waiting to either destroy her or bend to her will.

But secrets cannot stay buried forever. A forgotten relic reveals the truth of her past, pulling her into the forbidden history of her parents and the darkness woven into her bloodline. With the weight of her ancestry pressing down on her, Andromeda must choose whether to embrace the shadows of her heritage or fight against the chains that bind her to a history of cruelty and vengeance.

Haunted by her father’s death, cursed by her mother’s betrayal, and fueled by a relentless desire for retribution against Tom Riddle, Andromeda’s path is uncertain. Her empathy, once pure, becomes tainted by the same darkness she seeks to master, pulling her closer to the edge of no return.

In a world where power and pain are inextricably linked, Andromeda Gaunt stands at the crossroads of destiny, determined to forge her own path. But as she delves deeper into the mysteries of her bloodline and the dark forces that call to her, the question remains: will she shape her legacy, or will it consume her?

[slytherinzz]

Shared thoughts

Summary: After years of friendship you and Ominis still remain blissfully unaware of eachothers feelings. Thats until an unwelcome encounter get's on Ominis's wrong side. Mentions of confrontation, jealousy and his skill of Legilimency.

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt X F!reader

A/n: requests are open :)

The Great Hall was alive with its usual hum of chatter and clinking cutlery. Seventh years hurriedly swapped notes on the upcoming Charms exam, their laughter mingling with the crackling of enchanted torches. Across the Slytherin table, Sebastian Sallow watched his two closest friends with a knowing smirk, his fork abandoned on his plate.

Ominis Gaunt sat poised as always, his fingers resting lightly against the edge of the table. His head tilted slightly toward his longtime friend, MC, who was describing—animatedly and a little breathlessly—her latest escapade sneaking into the Restricted Section. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he noticed the way Ominis shifted closer to her, his usually composed expression softening ever so slightly. And then there was MC, who casually brushed her hand against Ominis' sleeve, entirely unaware of how her touch lingered.

“You two are ridiculous, you know that?” Sebastian’s voice cut through the moment.

Ominis turned his sightless gaze toward Sebastian, his lips curving into a faint frown. “I don’t know what you’re on about, Sallow.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, but before he could retort, a voice interrupted.

“Excuse me, MC , might I have a word?”

Leander Prewett stood a few feet away, his Gryffindor tie slightly askew and his trademark cocky grin plastered on his face. Sebastian visibly stiffened, while Ominis'fingers curled subtly around the edge of his plate.

You glanced at Ominis before reluctantly nodding. “Sure, Leander. What is it?”

Leander wasted no time. “I’ve been meaning to ask—you and I, how about we go to Hogsmeade this weekend? Just the two of us. I’ll buy you a Butterbeer. Maybe a chocolate frog if you’re lucky.”

Ominis' grip on the table tightened, his jaw clenching.

“Leander, I don’t think—” you began, but he cut you off.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen you around. You’re clever, funny, and—well, let’s just say you’re easy on the eyes. I have been dying to feel the warmth of the Hero of Hogwarts all to myself. You would like it! What do you say?”

The discomfort rippled through you. Your stomach churned, your mind screaming, Go away. Please, just leave me alone.

Ominis shifted in his seat, sensing your unease. He had long trained himself to tune out the cacophony of thoughts that his rare gift, Legilimency, could bring. But now, feeling the weight of your silence, he focused. With a single deliberate pull, your thoughts poured into his mind.

“Why won’t he stop? This is mortifying. I don’t want him—I don’t even like him. He makes me greatly uncomfortable. Why can’t he ever take no for an answer?”

Ominis' blood boiled. The protective urge surging within him overpowered his restraint. He rose to his feet, his usually measured voice laced with ice. “Prewett, she’s not interested. Step away.”

Leander scoffed, his grin faltering. “I wasn’t talking to you, Gaunt. Maybe let her speak for herself.”

“She already has. You just don’t listen.”

Leander’s face twisted in annoyance. “And what’s it to you, anyway?”

“It’s everything to me,” Ominis snapped, stepping closer. His usually calm demeanor cracked, the frustration and protectiveness spilling out.

Leander’s arrogance flared. “Oh, I see how it is. Guess the rumors about you two are true. Well, maybe she should find someone with a little more—”

Before he could finish, Ominis; wand was in his hand, and Leander’s was out just as quickly. Spells flew, sparks illuminating the hall as students scrambled to clear a path. his calculated precision clashed against Leander’s reckless force. Leander feeling he would lose against the Gaunt boy, he decided to play dirty and and do what Ominis would never expect coming to him.

A fist collided with his face. Busting Ominis' lip.

The room gasped. he staggered back, blood trickling from his lip. But he didn’t falter. With a flick of his wand, Leander’s flew out of his hand, clattering to the floor.

“Enough!” Professor Sharp’s voice cut through the chaos. He stepped between them, his glare sharp enough to pierce steel. “Both of you—my office. Now.”

Later that evening, you dragged Ominis into the Room of Requirement, your hands gripping his arm as he dabbed at his split lip with a handkerchief.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you muttered, guiding him to sit on a plush sofa conjured by the room’s magic.

Ominous tilted his head toward you. “He deserved it. You looked miserable, and he didn’t stop.”

You sighed, dabbing at his lip with a damp cloth. “Still. Now you’re hurt.”

He gave a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “It’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.”

But as your hands lingered on his face, brushing against his jaw, your thoughts betrayed you. Without meaning to, he slipped into your mind again.

“He looks so good like this. Even with the blood—no, because of it. Merlin, what’s wrong with me? I love him too much''

Ominous jerked back, his cheeks flushed. “I—I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to—”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

He hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. “I read your thoughts.”

Your eyes widened. “You… what?”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “I’ve never done it before. Not to you. But I couldn’t help it, and then—”

You stared at him, processing his words. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at your lips. “Ominis… I don’t mind. If anything, I’m glad you know.”

He froze. “You are?”

You nodded, your voice soft. “You’ve always been there for me. You’ve always protected me. And… I think I’ve loved you for it. For a long time.”

Ominis breath hitched. “You have?”

You leaned closer, your hand brushing his. “Yes. And if I’m not mistaken… you feel the same.”

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft yet desperate, as if he’d been waiting years for this moment.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. “I’ll never read your thoughts again,” he promised. “But for what it’s worth… they were beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing he felt the same.

You pulled him back into another kiss, your hands tangling in his hair, and for the first time, both of you stopped thinking.

[secretly-a-catamount]

MC: Sorry, I told you about my trauma, too, do you still think I’m hot?

Sebastian: You’re more beautiful than Aphrodite. I’m surprised you think telling me what happened to you as a child would make me think any less of you.

MC: You know, it’s generally unwise to compare one’s lover to the Goddess of Love. She doesn’t take it kindly.

Sebastian: I fully believe you can fight her off.

MC: True, but think of what she’d do to my reputation. It seems like it would be a lot of bother.

The Two Of Them: *Breaks Down In Laughter*

Sebastian: Sorry i told you about my trauma. Do you think i’m still hot?

M/C: Yes.

[umihoshi-art]

Clora Clemons and her Swallow Patronus.

based on this post. Clora is property of @choccy-milky and is the only Hogwarts MC I will ever love. (I stole her look. and her name. and replayed the entire damn thing for 25 levels now;;;) Sebastion Sallow is property of Clora.

[theladyofshalott1989]

"In Which There's a Spooky Surprise": A Sebastian Sallow x MC 🎃 All Hallow's Eve One-Shot

Summary: Married!Sebastian Sallow is in for a spooky surprise at Sirona's yearly All Hallow's Eve masquerade.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Word Count: 1,900

SFW

Note: You can also read this one-shot on AO3! If you enjoy it, please feel free to give it a kudo, a comment, or whatever floats your boat! (Please and thank you.) [ AO3 Link ]

Sebastian adjusted the mask on his face as he glanced around The Three Broomsticks, searching for his dashing husband. In theory, he should be able to spot Damien easily. But in practice, it didn’t quite pan out.

Firstly, he couldn’t very much wear his glasses over his mask, so the world was a bit blurrier than usual. Then, on top of that, Sebastian and Damien had agreed to not divulge their costumes to each other before meeting at Sirona’s All Hallow’s Eve masquerade event. 

All Hallow’s Eve, which also happened to be Sebastian and Anne’s birthday, was still a handful of days away, but Sebastian always enjoyed the holiday. Mostly because Damien loved to play dress up, which usually led to another—more sensual—experience. Obviously, that wasn’t likely to occur at Sirona’s esteemed establishment, but perhaps later, when they returned home. Oh yes, that would be positively glorious. Sebastian would trust the events of the night, wherever they may lead. 

At the time they’d decided to keep their costumes a secret, Sebastian had found the idea enticing. But past-Sebastian hadn’t known that he would have two errant potions explode in his face this afternoon. The clean-up had been exasperating, to put it kindly, and the subsequent scolding he’d given to his students for being so careless with their ingredients had set him in a sour mood. 

So, here he was, dressed as a “vampire.” Sebastian had thrown something together with very little thought: black trousers, a black shirt, black, leather gloves, and—yes, you guessed it!—a long black coat and boots. He didn’t bother with fangs. He'd debated adding a dab of strawberry jam just below his bottom lip, but he knew it wouldn’t be there long, especially if he ever found Damien. His husband simply adored everything sweet; it was a wonder he’d ended up married to Sebastian, as grumpy and irascible as he could be. But, to be fair, Damien often brought out Sebastian’s agreeable side. Not that Sebastian would ever admit that out loud. 

And then, of course, there was this damned mask, which was currently pinching his nose. He adjusted it again with a sigh.

“Hm,” a woman in a gaudy purple dress with long trailing coattails said as she appeared before Sebastian. Her mask was designed in the shape of a giant orange bow tie. 

Sebastian chuckled quietly to himself. It was clearly Sirona. Only Sirona would dare to don Peeves's garish attire. And, since she was the host of this party, she must be greeting everyone upon their arrival.

“Let me guess,” she continued, inspecting him up and down. “Death! No, no, wait! A crow.”

Sebastian released a hearty chuckle. “Not even close. I’m—”

Mirabel, her long red hair a conspicuous giveaway, swooped in, cutting Sirona off with a recitation delivered in a shockingly accurate Transylvanian accent: “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"

Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up. “Mirabel, you know Dracula?” 

"I re-read it every year!" she exclaimed, beaming under her green mask adorned with what seemed to be actual vines. She must be a Shakespearean character. Perhaps Queen Titania? Or wait... no, Puck seemed more her style.

He gave it a try. "Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

Mirabel clapped deliriously. "Oh, well done! Well done, Sebastian!"

Sirona started tapping her foot on the floor. "I’m waiting."

Sebastian rubbed his chin in mock contemplation. He wracked his brain for one of Peeves’s more well-known phrases, settling on, "Naughty, naughty, you’ll get caught-y."

Sirona quirked a smile, patted Sebastian on the back, and before departing—her arm looped through Mirabel’s—whispered in his ear, "Damien's upstairs, haunting the corridors."

Damien was a ghost then, Sebastian mused to himself. That costume should be easy enough to find. 

It turned out Sebastian was sorely mistaken. He downed the final dregs of his Butterbeer. Damien was still nowhere to be found. Damien wasn’t avoiding him, was he? They hadn’t had an argument lately… Had Sebastian forgotten something? No, their anniversary was last month. He’d given Damien a beautiful hardback edition of his favorite novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray. So, if Damien wasn’t cross with him, where was he? 

Sebastian deftly maneuvered past a few other partygoers, weaving back and forth through the buzzing crowd. He couldn't recall ever seeing the inn this packed, but he supposed it was good for business. Sebastian had already indulged in three Butterbeers within the past half hour, and he was now debating when—if at all—it would be acceptable to have another without appearing overly eager.

As Sebastian made his way up the stairs, his mind wandered, until something caught his attention: a shadow, barely visible, drifting past the edge of his vision. He froze, eyes narrowing as he focused on a figure up ahead wrapped in what appeared to be a long, flowing white sheet, gliding soundlessly down the hallway and into a room. A chill crept up his spine, but curiosity overpowered caution. Without thinking, Sebastian hurried forward.

The hallway seemed to stretch unnaturally as he approached, the friendly chatter from the crowded stairwell and the room below replaced by a suffocating silence that pressed against his ears. He slipped into the room after the mysterious figure, but found it... empty. Completely and unnervingly empty. Had he imagined the haunting apparition? The stillness of the room was stifling, as if the very air itself was holding its breath.

Before Sebastian could fully process the strangeness of it all, the door behind him slammed shut with a deafening thud. The sound echoed through the hollow room. Sebastian’s heart lurched into his throat. He spun around, but the door remained still, shadowed and menacing, as if it were mocking him. His unease deepened, crawling up his skin like long, spindly spider legs. He shuddered. 

With a shaky breath, Sebastian approached the door, hand trembling as it hovered over the handle. He twisted the knob, then pushed. The door creaked open easily. Too easily. Was he expecting it to be locked, trapping him here? He chuckled quietly to himself. Of course not! The door must have slammed shut due to a breeze from the window. He glanced back over his shoulder to confirm his theory. 

The solitary window in the room stared back at him. It was closed. There was no breeze. There was no reason for the door to have shut in such a forceful manner. There was no reason for the door to have shut at all. How peculiar. A cold sweat beaded on Sebastian's forehead, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shrug off the tension growing in his shoulders.

After one last long glimpse, Sebastian exited the room, swallowing his unease. Damien wasn’t here, and lingering any longer seemed... unwise.

But as he stepped into the hallway and back down the stairs, something seemed terribly wrong. The once bustling stairwell, crammed with people, had become a yawning void. Not a single soul remained. Where did everyone go? 

“Hello?” he called out, his voice cracking. No answer came. Only a vast, unsettling silence.

His steps grew quicker, but the sound of his footsteps seemed too loud, too isolated in the emptiness. He descended the last few steps, his heart pounding louder with each tread, until he reached the bottom. 

And then: a chorus of voices. Too loud, too synchronized, as if they’d been waiting for him all along.

"SURPRISE!"

Sebastian stumbled backward as someone cast Lumos and the room flickered to life, revealing dozens of unmasked familiar faces gathered before him. Damien stood at the forefront, a white sheet draped over his shoulder, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up a massive birthday cake—chocolate, of course—adorned with candles, also now lit.

"Happy birthday, Bash!" Damien exclaimed, signaling to the assembled guests with a nod of his head, his hands currently occupied. "Did we surprise you?”

Sebastian nearly collapsed from relief. “It’s not my birthday until next week,” he stammered back, clutching his chest. 

“The better to surprise you with, my dear." Damien leaped forward and pecked Sebastian gently on the lips, somehow managing to not drop the cake or set Sebastian on fire in the process. Placing the cake on a table, he allowed Sebastian to snuff out the candles, then conjured a serving knife. “Who wants a slice?” he asked amid the crowd breaking out into scattered conversations. 

Sebastian took three deep breaths in succession. 

Unsurprisingly, Damien noticed Sebastian’s sorry attempt at a recovery. “Alright, love?” he asked, brow furrowed. 

“Alright now,” Sebastian replied, waving off Damien’s concern. It wouldn't do to spoil Damien's romantic gesture. 

Damien’s gaze lingered on Sebastian for a moment, scrutinizing his face. Sebastian must have schooled his expression well enough—the mask, which he was still wearing, may have helped a little—to convince Damien he was telling the truth, for only a few seconds passed before Damien nodded, then resumed cutting the cake.

Sebastian glanced around the busy room to take in the throng of people. The only loved ones missing appeared to be Anne and Ominis. Sebastian presumed they were at home with Leigh and Albert. The other week, Ominis had confided in him that Al, barely a year old now, was having a rough streak of sleepless nights. If Anne and Ominis needed to stay home to get some rest, so be it. Sebastian didn’t blame them. They could always have a smaller, more intimate birthday celebration later. 

Once everyone had a slice of cake—Damien cutting the largest slice for Sebastian, but stealing a bite or two when he thought Sebastian wasn’t looking—Sebastian finally mustered the strength to smile. His shoulders relaxed.

Damien met his gaze, his mouth full of cake. 

“Thank you,” Sebastian said.

Damien swallowed. “Of course,” he replied. “Anything for my brilliant husband.”

“Maybe not so brilliant.” He let out a nervous laugh. “Did you know, I nearly sent myself on a wild goose chase?”

“Oh?”

“I thought I saw someone enter a room upstairs, but it was just my imagination.”

“No, that was me," Damien said through a chuckle, rubbing at his stubbled chin. 

“What?” Sebastian shoved him lightly. “Be serious, D. It was terrifying.” Damien had never been much for stealth; he lit up a room far too effortlessly.

“Terrifying? Little old me?” Damien's eyes sparkled; he looked far too pleased with himself. It was both delightful and infuriating. He continued: “I had to cause a diversion so everyone could hide!” 

Sebastian blinked, taken aback. “How did you ever manage?” 

“I Disillusioned myself, of course,” Damien said, smirking devilishly. “Had to, really. I’m rather conspicuous, you see.” He grabbed his belly and shook it, releasing a hearty laugh. “Especially lately.” 

Sebastian grinned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. And good thing you learned that spell from me.” He mussed Damien’s hair in an affectionate manner. “You’re welcome.”

“You old softie,” Damien teased, his cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. He grabbed Sebastian’s hand and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, my love.” 

Sebastian pulled Damien in for a real kiss, not this hand-kissing nonsense. “I positively adore you, my own personal ghost-husband,” he murmured against Damien’s lips.

“Love you too, my…” he trailed off, inspecting Sebastian with narrowed eyes, “vampire?” he finished, one eyebrow raised. 

“I knew you’d get it.” Sebastian smiled, leaned forward, and gently nipped Damien’s neck. “You’re mine now. Eternally.”

Damien burst into an infectious peal of laughter. “I’m not so sure the mechanics of that works with ghosts, but I catch your drift.” He flicked Sebastian’s nose. “Eternity sounds perfect.”

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Happy Halloween!

[mopeyy]

Awkward - Part 1

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Part 2

angst/fluff

Summary: You and Sebastian haven't spoken since you broke up with him at the end of your 6th year, surely there won't be too much tension in your 7th year, right?

Authors notes: This is my first time ever writing a fic, let alone posting one on Tumblr! if you like it, please lmk and make sure to tell me if you want a part 2!

You knew that after what happened in 6th year, 7th year would be awkward. But you didn't think it would be THIS awkward. The long eye contact when you'd pass one another in the hallways, the tension when you were both trapped in a group conversation. It was all becoming to be too much. You and Sebastian haven't spoken ever since you broke up with him at the end of 6th year. You two had been getting ready to go home for the summer when you ended things. Sebastian had been hurt and confused, and tried to ask questions, but you didn't leave him with much of an explanation. Instead, you gave him some bullshit excuse about how you needed to "focus on your ancient magic." The truth was that you felt like baggage. After everything that happened in 5th year, you felt scarred. you'd often wake up in a sweat most nights, having had yet another nightmare of Professor Figs death. And in every quiet moment, you found yourself thinking of how you had failed those around you. You weren't able to save Anne, you got natty hurt, and by supporting Sebastian and his pursuit of dark magic you were continuously going against Ominis's wishes. The list goes on. The constant overthinking only worsened these ideas. You had begun to believe that all you did was hurt the people around you, hurt your friends. And Sebastian. Sebastian who had been there to comfort you when you thought about fig, lodgok, and those who died. Sebastian who had been there to help take the weight off your shoulders. Everything had been going so well until you began to realize how often Sebastian had been comforting you, how often his soft hands would wipe tears off your face. Sebastian hadn't been getting rid of your burden, but instead took some of the weight off to carry himself. And so, you ended things. You decided you weren't going to let Sebastian waste his time anymore. He needed someone who was light and easy, and that someone wasn't you.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts as you sit in a booth in the three broom sticks with Poppy to your left and Natty across from you. The conversation had been about the usual nonsense which included classes and whatever new beast Poppy found herself obsessing over. You had been laughing at a snarky comment Natty made until you heard the door to the pub open. You hadn't really cared to look and continued drinking your butter beer until Poppy whispered an "uh oh" before glancing at you sheepishly. You narrowed your eyes in question and put your cup down to look towards the door, when you saw who walked in, you weren't surprised about Poppy's reaction. Two Slytherin's pushed through the door and were engrossed in conversation. One Slytherin being your friend Ominis Gaunt, and the other being the only person you were trying to avoid. Sebastian Sallow. Avoid was an exaggeration as you didn't really have to try, seeming as Sebastian wasn't too keen on speaking to you either. The tension between you two was enough to make both of you keep the distance. Upon entering the building Sebastion searched the room with his eyes, almost as if he were looking for someone. When his eyes connected with yours you quickly averted your gaze and acted as though the floor was suddenly interesting. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you tried your hardest not to turn back around and get a second look. You only glanced up when you heard Natty's laugh across the table, "what's so funny?" you questioned. "nothing" Natty giggled out as a response as she and Poppy shared a knowing look "It's just that you two are moving around each other like cats and mice." Poppy nodded her head next to you in agreement with a sleek smile. "We are not! things are just awkward since we broke up, that's all." You whispered, fearing that the Slytherin might overhear the conversation. "You need to talk to him" said Poppy "He looks like a sad little puffskein ever since you broke up with him." Poppy jutted out her bottom lip at the last part, in an attempt to make a sad face. you rolled your eyes at this, "And say what? Hey sorry for breaking up with you, let's be best friends!" you remarked sarcastically. "How about you start with clearing the air." Natty offered "Ask him how he's been." you shrugged before putting your elbows on the table and resting your head in your hands.

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"Your lying!" Ominis pointed a finger at you accusingly. "I'm not! Many girls in our year find Professor Sharp handsome." you laughed. "And you must tell me this while we're on our way to his class? Oh, wait till Sebastian hears about this, ah speak of the devil." your eyes followed the direction of Ominis's blinking wand before you quickly looked away, seeing Sebastian making his way towards you. "Actually, I'll see you in potions Ominis, I think I see Gareth up ahead and I've been meaning to catch up." you blurted out. "Oh come on MC don't tell me you two still haven't spoken?" He phrased it as a question, but it was quite obvious he already knew what the answer was. You let out a sigh, "We haven't, but what's there to say Ominis? Things are just tense." You looked around the hallway uncomfortably. "Uhm there's many things to say." He responded like it was the most obvious thing ever. "Sebastian tells me that he doesn't even know why you broke up with him." Ominis looks at you accusingly, as if asking you something through his statement. "I already told him," You started, "We had to break up because I need to focus on my ancient magic." You tried your hardest to make your answer sound believable. Ominis rolled his eyes, "You do realize that boy has spent hours in the library reading about ancient magic to help you? If anything, being with him IS helping your magic." He responded, bluntly. You were about to retaliate until you saw Sebastian getting closer. "We can talk later Ominis." You said as you quickly parted ways.

You looked around and saw Gareth Infront of you. You sped up your walk until you were at his side. "Hey Gareth! ready for potions?" You questioned. The ginger had started on about how excited he was to try and make some new concoction today. You pretended to be interested in the conversation while you glanced over your shoulder to see that Sebastian had caught up to Ominis and they were now having a conversation about who knows what. You saw Ominis lean in to tell him something and before you knew it, Sebastians eyes were searching the hallway until they landed on you. His expression changed into a curious one as Ominis continued whispering to him. What could he possibly be saying? Could he be speaking about you? "MC, are you alright?" Gareth looked at you, puzzled. You brought your gaze back to Gareth, "Yes, sorry I'm alright. Just a little zoned out is all." you responded. "Well, did you hear what I asked?" you let out a huh in response. Gareth chuckled at this, "I asked if you would be my potions partner today. You're the only one who can handle my creativity." You laughed, "If creativities what you want to call it then ok. But yea I'll be your potions partner." you replied. "Great!" Gareth said as you two walked into class. You followed him to a table and took your spot Infront of a cauldron while Professor Sharp explained the instructions for the day. Today we had to work in pairs to make a basic invisibility potion. You and Gareth spent the whole of the class goofing around and playfully bantering until it was time to go. You began picking up your books when Gareth tapped your shoulder, "Would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade? I need to get something from Honey Dukes, and I wouldn't mind your company." You tapped your finger on your lip, pretending to think deeply about your answer, "Will you get me a sugar quill?" You questioned. "If that's what you want" The ginger said with a smirk. "Ok I'll go. Just give me a second to grab my stuff." Gareth nodded and left to go wait outside the classroom.

You had grabbed all your books and was about to leave the classroom when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and turn you around. You looked up to see that the hand belonged to no other than Sebastian. You looked at him with shock as you were practically touching his chest. As if only now noticing how close you were, his freckled cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he quickly took a step back. Despite his flustered state his expression had remained the same, angry. "Where are you going with Weasley?" He asked this with an accusatory tone to his voice, and a tinge of disgust as he said each word. Almost like they hurt to say. "We were just going to head to Hogsmeade" You answered, a bit confused that this was the topic of your first conversation since the breakup. His brows furrowed at your answer, and he scoffed, "To do what?" he shook his head, upset, before changing the subject. "Never mind that, after your done could you meet me in the undercroft? maybe around nine?" He tried to sound nonchalant when asking this, but you could see the pleading look in his eyes. "I suppose I could," You shuffled on your feet nervously, "What for?" you asked curiously, you tilted your head in question. "it's just..." He looked down noticing the grip he still had on your wrist. He quickly let go. "Well, you'll see when were there tonight." You looked up at him. You haven't been this close to him since you two broke up. You didn't get to see how much he changed over the summer. He grew a few inches taller, and if he was towering over you before, he was definitely towering over you now. His hair had gotten a little longer and a bit messier, but you weren't complaining. And His shoulders had gotten bigger and broader, he went from looking like a boy to a young man in your 7th year. And you definitely hadn't missed how his jawline grew sharper, and were those new freckles on his neck? And- stop. You blinked yourself out of your trance, having got lost looking at Sebastian and forgetting that you were supposed to be having a conversation. He was looking at you quizzically like he was trying to read your thoughts. "Well, I better get going, I told Ominis I'd study with him at the library." He seemed to think about his next words, "Besides, I don't want to make you late for your date. Weasley looks like he's growing impatient." And with that Sebastian grabbed his books and started to make his way out the room. You blinked a few times before realizing what he was implying. "Wait Sebastian it's not a-" He left the room before you could finish your sentence, "date." you muttered.

[aluludelulu]

Sebastian Sallow and my MC Valeria Lowell. Based off this scene from my fic:

Sebastian’s P.O.V.

Her thoughts must have matched mine exactly as her eyes shifted down to my lips, then back to meet my gaze.

Before I knew it was leaning towards her. A thousand voices screaming at me to stop, to think of the consequences there could be if we indulged in each other once more.

But I've always been terrible at saying no to bad ideas. I usually came up them.

Perhaps I do have a concussion.

The thoughts came to a halt, once my lips met hers.

She kissed me in a gentle, cautious way. Definitely feeling the same about it. It felt like she was about to pull away, but I couldn't let her. I pulled her closer and held her face more firm, deepening our kiss. I missed her. I missed showing her my affections. I missed her lips on mine.

And with how she was kissing me back. She missed me too.

I moved to guide her into my lap. She followed moving her legs over me, never breaking free from our kiss, as she now strandled my hips.

I traced my hands off her arm, and held her waist, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer against me as we kissed.

I lost myself in her again. And it was blissful.

She pulled away for air, but I kept her close resting my forehead against hers.

" Sebastian.. we--" She began saying, out of breath.

" I know." I affirmed. I kissed her once more. " I know. But just..." I sighed. " I truly can't help it." I laughed softly.

She gently smacked my arm. I just kissed her again in response.

I pulled away. " This agreement works both ways too you know, You're not stopping me in the slightest, darling." I reasoned.

" You're kind of difficult to say no to most times." She defended with a small shy smile. " I don't have the emotional capacity right now to refrain."

" I don't either. I say we have found our reason to do whatever we want because we're both emotionally drained for the day." I joked.

She just laughed and rolled her eyes.

I reached up and held her face, as she leaned more into my hand.

" You still think it's a bad idea too right?" I asked.

She nodded after a moment. " There's too many unknown's Sebastian. I don't feel it's right. Not on you. Not on me. We don't know what will happen once we find the wand." She started. " A part of me worries it's not going to end the pretty perfect way we want it to."

" Does that mean there may never be an us?" I asked curiously. " I'm just..." I looked away and back at her briefly as she reached up to hold my hand that held her.

" The more thought I've given it the more I've wondered if, this will ever really end... and if it does how does it end?" I started. " Regardless of how it were to I wouldn't regret this if it meant we faced things together."

She was silent for a moment. " Yeah... I just hate the thought of anything bad happening to you."

" Don't worry about me." I said. " I just... I guess want to make sure you understand that... I'd do anything for you." I admitted.

She looked at me with a soft expression.

" I mean it." I said. " And not just because of everything you did for me last year. Not that I could ever repay you for that anyway. But I'm... I'm worried I'll hurt you again somehow. Not just... physically like with crucio."

She gently held my face.

" But I don't want you to think even for a second, that I don't want to be with you because of what you face."

" Sebastian." She started.

" I mean it, Valeria. Yours or not, I'm not leaving your side because of your troubles." I said before kissing her again to prevent her protests.

I pulled away and chuckled. " Personally, I think I proved that by beating the shit out of Nightingale."

She laughed and smacked my arm again, before reaching up and examining my busted lip. " Yeah well your affections are making your lip bleed even more."

I laughed finally noticing a small amount of blood on the corner of her mouth, from our kiss.

I reached up gently wiping it way.

" I don't doubt that Sebastian." she affirmed. " I believe you. And I trust you." She continued. " But I understand your present state. I just also.. don't want to expect anything." She sighed.

" What do you mean?" I asked.

She gazed up in thought. " I suppose, I mean I don't want to risk feeling hurt by you by what these romantic feelings could conjure."

" Like what?" I asked now fully intrigued.

" like I don't want to get our hopes up for any sort of future when we don't know what could possibly go wrong." She admitted with a sad tone. She almost looked like she could cry again. Like the idea of not being able to imagine any sort of future for herself, was devastating to her personally.

I smiled. " So you've thought of a future with me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow trying to make her laugh.

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[webskylar]

Started playing Hogwarts Legacy, and my character (Lilianna) I am now shipping with Sebastion Sallow. Here is a little drawing of them

[twinkle-light-me-on-fire]

Sebastian Sallow X f!MC

Contains: Angst, Fluff, mentions to violence against beasts

Summary: *MC is named Rory* She’s on a path of self-destruction after loosing so many people. Sebastian has fallen to the sidelines a bit and is missing her. SO he lets her know.

Enjoy! 

WC: 1,014

Prompt: “You’re a mess.” “Thank you for the lovely compliment.”

Rory hobbled her way back to the Slytherin Common Room. After another late night wandering the Forbidden Forest, she was properly battered and bruised. She recently devised a new system to help her clean up the surrounding area. Rory flew her broom into the forest and fought her way back on foot. It started as a way to continue to practice her dueling in a relatively safe environment but she was cutting it closer and closer with each outing. 

Rory let out a strangled sigh as she sunk into the sofa in front of the fireplace. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back; mentally recapping the evening she had just endured. She had invaded a spider lair, stumbled upon 2 poacher camps, and defended herself against a pack of Dark Mongrels. 

The poacher camps were always the toughest. Rory hated seeing what they did to the creatures she adored. Tonight she freed several Nifflers and a Fwooper. When she first saw the magnificent Fwooper locked away, she saw red. She laid into the poachers using every defensive and offensive spell at her disposal. She didn’t use any Unforgivables but she considered it and she was deeply ashamed of it.

She was so lost in thought that she missed the sound of a door opening and footsteps approaching. Sebastian plopped onto the loveseat to the left of her. Her eyes pop open and relax when she sees it’s her friend. Yawning, he looked her up and down. 

“You’re a mess.” he points out. 

Rory rolls her eyes, “Thank you for the lovely compliment.”

He blinks a few times, still taking in her outward appearance. “Merlin’s beard, Rory. What the hell is going on with you?”

He grabs her wrist and she whimpers at the sudden disturbance. “Please Sebastian, it hurts.”

“Good,” he says. She open her eyes to look at him. He looked beautiful and so angry. His hair was stuck out in random ways, his brow was furrowed and his head was slightly bowed. When he looked up his eyes shown with concern and tears. She softened and sat up despite her head protesting. Rory opened her mouth to say something to explain herself but nothing came to mind. 

Silence fills the room and Rory racks her brain for something to say, anything to say that might diffuse the tension. She hated making Sebastian feel this way. She sighs again, disappointed in her ability to comfort her best friend.

“I miss you, Rory,” Sebastian whispers, raising his head to look at her. She gape at him, not expecting to hear such a confession. 

“I miss you too,” she quickly responds; grasping at the words as though they're a life preserver in a sea of scrambled thoughts and feelings.

“Then please come back. Stop putting yourself in these predicaments. I know you feel guilty but you don’t need to. You saved the world- isn’t that enough? Why are you still fighting?” His eyes searched hers for what felt like forever. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, “Answer me.”

“There’s still so much hate in this world Sebastian. I can’t have let Fig, let Miriam, let Lodgok-” You choke on the goblin’s name remembering his limp body dropping to stone floor where he died. “They died in pursuit of peace. They entrusted me with preserving the peace. I can’t stop. Not until-”

“Until when? Until you die? Because at the rate you’re going that will become your reality. My reality..” he sucks in a deep breath and drops to his knees in front of her.

“Sebast-” he grabs her face and she freezes in shock at his proximity and boldness.

“Shut up, Rory because I am going to say this only once. I love you. I have loved you since we met in this very spot during our 5th year. I cannot sit here and watch you act like there is nothing left for you because here I am, kneeling in front of you, begging you to come back to me. I cannot breathe when you are gone for I am so worried that you will not return. No one has ever loved me better or known me as well as you do. I have never met a more mesmerizing person in my life; you are the object of every one of my desires. So, I want you, every part of you, the good the bad and everything else in between for the rest of my life. Take a break- ‘Hero of Hogwarts’- and stay here with me because I cannot bear the thought of losing you.” By the end of his speech, Sebastian is breathless and he buries his face in her neck. 

Tears are running down Rory’s face and she places one hand on his neck and another in his hair. Gently she pulls his face back and looks into his eyes. She searches for a trace of doubt or humor- perhaps this was an elaborate prank- but she knew him better than that. 

“I don’t know what to say Sebastian. Just- I love you too.” she gasps out before capturing his lips with her own. Their lips molded against each other in passion and desperation. His hands dropped onto her waist and she groaned as he squeezed a newly formed bruise on her hip. He pulls away softly, moving his hands from her waist to her tear stained face. He wipes away her tears with his thumbs and whispers,

“Tell me again, and I’ll give you this potion.” He dangles a bottle of Wiggenweld in front of her face with a smile. She laughs and moves her head forward, pressing their foreheads against each other.

“I love you, Sebastian” she whispers leisurely against his lips. He kisses her once more before pulling away to allow her to take the vial from him. She downs in in one go and sighs as it warms her body. 

“Thank you,” she says and scoots over allowing him to join her on the couch. He leans her head against his chest and strokes her hair, watching as she drifts asleep. This time she dreams of him.

[lillypad910]

Please feel free to request anything, I have no limitations at the moment.

Characters/Fandoms

All characters will be aged up to 18+!

Fandoms can hold different characters but it depends on requests, so feel free to still ask if your character is not listed!

Might add more later!!

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathon Byers

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker (Tom and Andrew, but not Toby, I don’t think I’d do him justice)

Tony Stark

Quicksilver (X-Men/Evan Peters)

Natalia Romanova

Bucky Barnes

Pippin Took

Bilbo Baggins

Merry Brandybuck

Samwise Gamgee

Bard

Legolas

Fili or/and Kili

Benedict

Colin

Anthony

Prince Friedrich

Katie Holt

Lance McClain

Mathew Holt

Tsuyoshi “Hunk” Garrett (didn’t know that’s his real name until just now)

Keith Kogane

Zuko

Aang

Sokka

Toph

Katara

Bolin

Mako

Asami

Fred and/or George Weasley

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Sebastion Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Feel free to send in your request at any point! Don't be afraid to ask anything!

[slytherinzz]

Scars of the past

Summary: after one of your late night rescues, they find themselves in the Room of Requirement to tend to their battle wounds. It has been two years since the event of fifth year, but Sebastian can't help but to think back at that awfull time after seeing the scars on MC's body. His scars.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!reader

Warnings: A lil angst a lil fluff

The castle was quiet as Sebastian and MC trudged up the winding staircases of Hogwarts, their steps heavy with exhaustion. The faint light of the moon streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors. They had just returned from yet another escapade—clearing out a poacher camp and rescuing a pair of distressed mooncalves.

It had become a ritual for the two of them, these late-night missions. They both shared a deep-seated need to right the wrongs of the magical world after their 5th year, and somewhere along the line, their shared purpose had grown into something more.

Sebastian stole a glance at her as they ascended the final staircase to the Room of Requirement. Dirt smudged her cheeks, a faint streak of blood ran along her forearm, and her hair was in wild disarray. And yet, to him, she looked radiant.

“You’re quiet,” she said, giving him a sidelong look. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just wondering how many poachers we’ve pissed off this time,” he teased, though the smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Enough to ensure they won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

The wall before them shimmered as they approached, and the Room of Requirement opened to reveal a familiar, cozy space: a crackling fireplace, two plush couches, and a simple bed tucked away in the corner for nights like these when they didn’t dare risk sneaking back to their dorms.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, stepping inside and kicking off his boots. “Merlin’s beard, I think I’m too tired to move another muscle.”

“You and me both,” she agreed, plopping down onto one of the couches and wincing slightly as she stretched.

As they worked in companionable silence, patching up their injuries with Wiggenweld potions and quick healing charms, Sebastian couldn’t help but notice how her hands trembled slightly. She always tried to hide it after these missions, as if refusing to acknowledge the toll it took on her body would make it less real.

“You should let me take a look at that arm,” he said, nodding toward the shallow cut on her forearm.

“It’s fine, really—”

“Let me,” he insisted, his voice softer this time.

She relented, sitting beside him and holding out her arm. His fingers brushed her skin as he muttered a charm to clean the wound, and she shivered slightly under his touch. He felt his heart quicken, but he forced himself to focus.

“There,” he said after a moment, leaning back and admiring his work. “Good as new.”

She smiled at him, and for a moment, the room seemed to grow warmer. There was something unspoken between them, something that had been building for months but neither dared to address.

“You’re staring,” she said, breaking the tension with a teasing grin.

“Can you blame me?” he shot back, though the words held more weight than he intended. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood to rummage through her bag.

“Ugh, I need to get out of these clothes,” she muttered, turning her back to him as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Sebastian’s gaze immediately dropped, his cheeks reddening as he tried to give her privacy. He’d seen her change before, in hurried moments during their missions, but it was different now. There was an intimacy in the air that hadn’t been there before, and it left him flustered.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting upward, and that’s when he saw them—scars. Her back was littered with them, pale lines crisscrossing her skin like a map of battles fought and endured.

And then he saw it.

A jagged, lightning-shaped scar stretched diagonally across her back, angry and red even after two years. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the distinct mark left by the Cruciatus Curse.

His Cruciatus Curse.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was quiet, unsure, as she glanced over her shoulder and caught the expression on his face.

“Did I do that to you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned fully to face him, clutching her shirt to her chest, her eyes softening. “Sebastian—”

“Did I do that to you?” he repeated, his voice breaking this time.

She hesitated, then nodded. “It happened that night in the Scriptorium. When you… when you cast the curse on me.”

He felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He had tried so hard to atone for the mistakes of his fifth year, to make amends for the darkness he had embraced. But seeing the physical reminder of his actions carved into her skin—it was almost too much to bear.

“I—” His voice faltered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t realize—”

She stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. “Sebastian, stop. I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“How can you forgive something like that?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Because I know who you are now,” she said simply. “And you’re not that boy anymore.”

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him as she took his hands in hers.

“I don’t blame you for what happened,” she continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “It was a dark time for both of us, and we’ve both made mistakes. But you’ve changed, Sebastian. You’ve become someone I trust, someone I… care about.”

He looked at her, his heart aching with a mixture of guilt and love. “I care about you too,” he admitted. “More than you know. And that’s why it kills me to see what I’ve done to you.”

She smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. “You can’t change the past, but you’ve more than made up for it. And I wouldn’t be here without you.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the silence between them comfortable and warm. Finally, she stood, pulling him up with her and guiding him toward the bed.

“Come on,” she said, her voice light despite the heaviness of their conversation. “We both need some rest.”

He hesitated, glancing at her nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Sebastian,” she said with a small laugh, “you’ve slept here before. I’m not going to bite.”

As they lay side by side, the tension between them began to melt away. His arm found its way around her waist, and she didn’t protest. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

“For what?”

“For forgiving me. For giving me a chance to make things right.”

She smiled against his chest, her eyes already drifting shut. “Always.”

As sleep claimed them, Sebastian pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, silently vowing to protect her from any harm—even from himself.

[lylawrites]

I started playing Hogwarts Legacy about like...a month or two ago? And, omg I'm addicted. Obviously some things can be done to make it better but its soooo good.

And can someone please talk about Ominis Gaunt and Sebastion Sallow? They're so fruity that is ridiculous.

[justanotherwriterchick]

1. Arriving at Hogwarts

It has nearly ten years since I've written something, so bare with me. And please let me know if it is worth continuing. Hogwarts Legacy fanfic (mostly) following the storyline, Sebastian x MC

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It was dark outside by the time they entered the Entrance Hall. The castle was warm and inviting, but it couldn’t lift the gloomy mood that the two travelers brought in. “Fig, nice of you to join us. The Sorting Ceremony is over.” A tall, interesting figure entered through the large doors in front of them. He was dressed in an expensive suit and his dark beard and moustache were carefully manicured. “There were… Complications,” Professor Fig answered. He cleared his throat, getting ready for another sentence, but he was rudely interrupted by the perfectly groomed man. “Complications?” the man scoffed. “The goblin problem has –“ “Enough!” The tall man groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Goblins. I’ve no time for rumours, Fig. And I’m rapidly losing whatever patience I had left.” He turns to the second traveler, a younger boy that hadn’t spoken yet. “If you’re lucky, we might still be able to get you sorted this evening.” With a dramatic gesture, the man turned around and stormed back through the doors. “Good luck with Headmaster Black. I’ll be in touch, lay low Tobias,” Fig whispered, as he backed away. “And best to keep what happened to ourselves for now, eh?”

As Professor Weasley and Tobias were making their way to the Slytherin common room, Tobias was walking from one surprise into another. His parents had always praised Hogwarts, but seeing it for himself was something different. It was truly magnificent. Every room, every hallway was even more impressive than the previous one. After some time, and a lot of mind-dazzling views, the two arrived at a crossing in the dungeons of the castle. The wall in front of them was empty, with two braziers lighting the room. “It is quite uncommon for a student to begin as a fifth year. It might be a bit of a challenge, but one I’m sure you’re up for.” “I can be quite resourceful, professor.” “I suspected as much. Now, this is the entrance to the Slytherin common room.” Professor Weasley gestured towards the empty wall. “To enter, one must simply speak the correct password: aspiration.”   Tobias raised an eyebrow. “Very well.” He walked up to the empty wall and confidently repeated the password. “Aspiration.” The floor started to tremble a bit as a large, stone snake statue started to move. It glided over the wall to form a frame, revealing a large, intricately decorated wooden door. “Well done. First hallway to the right, second entrance is where you can find your dorm. Now go on in and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Professor Weasley clapped together her hands and gave Tobias a nod. “Thank you, professor. Good night.”

The Slytherin common room was a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. The dungeon extended partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. It had lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. A cackling fireplace lit up the room and several Slytherins were still enjoying a cup of tea and soft-spoken conversations. It was dark and gloomy, but somehow it felt like home to Tobias. As much as he wanted to take a look around, perhaps it was best to leave that for the next day. The journey towards Hogwarts had been… Eventful, to say the least. Following professor Weasleys instructions, Tobias made his way to his dormitory. Inside, he found four beds encircling a dimly lit brazier. The walls were rounded and covered in dark green wallpaper with intricate baroque patterns. The stone floor was covered by luxurious, dark green rugs, one under each bed, and several dark wooden closets, chests and chairs were positioned throughout the room. Looking up, Tobias noticed the ceiling was partly made of glass, allowing him to look into the Great Lake surrounding Hogwarts. The bed are made with soft-looking duvets and bedspreads in the same dark green as the rugs. Each bed it surrounded by thick curtains that are held back by curtain hooks shape like snakes. “You must be the new fifth year.” The soothing voice came from the right side of the room. On the bed is a boy, about the same age as Tobias. His brown hair was tussled and his eyes dark. He was holding a leatherbound, thick book and seemed to be halfway through it. The corners of his mouth curled slightly upwards upon seeing Tobias. “Welcome to Slytherin.” “Thank you,” Tobias smiled back. He reached his hand out to the boy. “I’m Tobias.” “I’m Sebastian. Sallow.” The boy shook Tobias’ hand. “Not everyone has a Ministry escort to bring them to school.” He grinned. Apparently word travels fast, Tobias thought to himself. Sebastian wasn’t wrong though, he did have a Ministry escort with him. Before the poor man was swallowed by a dragon, that is. As mentioned before, the journey towards Hogwarts had been eventful. “He was a friend of Professor Fig, he merely joined us for the ride,” Tobias brushed the remark off. “Still, impressive. Dreadful way to go though, poor fellow.” Sebastian’s face softened. “Glad you and Professor Fig are alright.” “We were lucky to escape with our lives.” Tobias gave Sebastian a slight smile again. “You must be exhausted. We can talk some more tomorrow, if you’d like.” With a loud thump Sebastian closed his book and put it in the drawer of his nightstand. “For now, get settled and get some rest. The bed next to me is yours.” He gestured towards the bed in the far right corner, and to Tobias’ surprise, his suitcase is already sitting on the chest next to it. With a bit of effort – it was a large suitcase – Tobias pulled the dark grey, leather suitcase off the chest. With two small clicks, the small, golden locks opened and Tobias lifted the top. He was too tired to organise everything right now, perhaps tomorrow, so he just got out what he needed for the night and shoved the suitcase under the bed.

After changing into his nightwear, Tobias climbed into bed. His bed now. It was weird to be in a place he never thought he would get to see. It was even weirder he could now call it home. With only his head poking out of the duvet, he turned towards Sebastian. He had gotten ready for bed as well, and was lying in his own bed, facing Tobias. “Enjoy your first night in the best Hogwarts house there is. And with an amazing roommate at that,” Sebastian smirked. Tobias snickered. “I’m excited to meet that roommate, what bed is theirs?” “Touche. You’ll meet them in the morning.” “Seriously though, thanks. See you tomorrow.” Tobias could just make out Sebastian’s face in the dark, now that the brazier was only smoldering. He looked amused, a smile dancing around his mouth. “Goodnight, newbie.” With those words, Sebastian turned around. It didn’t take long before Tobias could hear him breathing slower, and deeper. I don’t think I’ll be that fast asleep, he thought to himself. But the journey had taken its toll and his body needed the rest, so not much later, he dozed off. He didn’t even hear his other roommates come in.

The other traveler, Tobias, shuffled on his feet for a bit but then nodded and followed the headmaster through the doors. When he stepped foot over the doorstep, his eyes widened. In front of him was a huge hall, with four long rows of tables that were occupied by students. There were thousands of candles floating in the air and the ceiling looked like a dark night sky. And it was moving! Tobias was greeted by the smell of delicious food and the sound of happy chatter. He gasped a little, but was quickly thrown back into reality when he noticed everyone staring at him. He straightened his back, put on a smile and made his way through the middle of the tables. In front of him was a stage, with in the middle, a wooden stool. A stern-looking, but friendly smiling, older woman stood next to it. In her hands she held a hat. Is that the famous Sorting Hat? Tobias wondered. He had heard the stories about it from his parents, the hat was supposed to sort you into a Hogwarts House. It didn’t look like much though. “Professor Weasley! We have one more to be sorted.” Headmaster Black took his position on the other side of the stool. The older woman, Professor Weasley, gave Tobias a small nod. “Welcome. Just in time.” She patted the stool. “Have a seat.” As Tobias sat down, Professor Weasley lifted the hat and graciously put it on his head. “Ah, yes. A bit older than the others, aren’t you?” a crooked voice said softly. “You come here with preferences and preconceptions. Certain expectations.” “I’m looking forward to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle and its grounds,” Tobias replied, in the same soft, hushed tone. It felt a bit weird talking to an old, worn hat. “Hmm, indeed. Much can be gleaned from having an adventurous spirit. But your professors have a great deal to teach you as well… I wonder. Hmm, I sense something in you. A certain sense of – what is it? Loyalty? Ambition?” The Sorting Hat pauses for a minute. “You’ve recently learned you have a rare ability. I detect a growing sense of ambition, an eagerness for power. Perhaps you belong in… Slytherin!” The hat raised its voice for the last word. The students at the Slytherin table applauded and yelled excitedly as Professor Weasley pointed her wand at Tobias. With a smooth flick his robes turn into the Slytherin house robes, a stunning emerald green. He grinned as he stepped of the stage, taking a seat at the Slytherin table. The excitement of the other student was contagious. “I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow.” Professor Black had moved front-center of the stage, waving dismissively. All over, students are starting to get up. “Mister Sweetleaf!” Professor Weasley made her way towards Tobias. “Quite the entrance. Nice to meet you. I’m Professor Weasley. As deputy-Headmistress it is my honour to show you to your common room. Right this way.” She beckoned Tobias to follow her. “Nice to meet you too, professor.”  

As Professor Weasley and Tobias were making their way to the Slytherin common room, Tobias was walking from one surprise into another. His parents had always praised Hogwarts, but seeing it for himself was something different. It was truly magnificent. Every room, every hallway was even more impressive than the previous one. After some time, and a lot of mind-dazzling views, the two arrived at a crossing in the dungeons of the castle. The wall in front of them was empty, with two braziers lighting the room. “It is quite uncommon for a student to begin as a fifth year. It might be a bit of a challenge, but one I’m sure you’re up for.” “I can be quite resourceful, professor.” “I suspected as much. Now, this is the entrance to the Slytherin common room.” Professor Weasley gestured towards the empty wall. “To enter, one must simply speak the correct password: aspiration.”   Tobias raised an eyebrow. “Very well.” He walked up to the empty wall and confidently repeated the password. “Aspiration.” The floor started to tremble a bit as a large, stone snake statue started to move. It glided over the wall to form a frame, revealing a large, intricately decorated wooden door. “Well done. First hallway to the right, second entrance is where you can find your dorm. Now go on in and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Professor Weasley clapped together her hands and gave Tobias a nod. “Thank you, professor. Good night.”

The Slytherin common room was a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. The dungeon extended partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. It had lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. A cackling fireplace lit up the room and several Slytherins were still enjoying a cup of tea and soft-spoken conversations. It was dark and gloomy, but somehow it felt like home to Tobias. As much as he wanted to take a look around, perhaps it was best to leave that for the next day. The journey towards Hogwarts had been… Eventful, to say the least. Following professor Weasleys instructions, Tobias made his way to his dormitory. Inside, he found four beds encircling a dimly lit brazier. The walls were rounded and covered in dark green wallpaper with intricate baroque patterns. The stone floor was covered by luxurious, dark green rugs, one under each bed, and several dark wooden closets, chests and chairs were positioned throughout the room. Looking up, Tobias noticed the ceiling was partly made of glass, allowing him to look into the Great Lake surrounding Hogwarts. The bed are made with soft-looking duvets and bedspreads in the same dark green as the rugs. Each bed it surrounded by thick curtains that are held back by curtain hooks shape like snakes. “You must be the new fifth year.” The soothing voice came from the right side of the room. On the bed is a boy, about the same age as Tobias. His brown hair was tussled and his eyes dark. He was holding a leatherbound, thick book and seemed to be halfway through it. The corners of his mouth curled slightly upwards upon seeing Tobias. “Welcome to Slytherin.” “Thank you,” Tobias smiled back. He reached his hand out to the boy. “I’m Tobias.” “I’m Sebastian. Sallow.” The boy shook Tobias’ hand. “Not everyone has a Ministry escort to bring them to school.” He grinned. Apparently word travels fast, Tobias thought to himself. Sebastian wasn’t wrong though, he did have a Ministry escort with him. Before the poor man was swallowed by a dragon, that is. As mentioned before, the journey towards Hogwarts had been eventful. “He was a friend of Professor Fig, he merely joined us for the ride,” Tobias brushed the remark off. “Still, impressive. Dreadful way to go though, poor fellow.” Sebastian’s face softened. “Glad you and Professor Fig are alright.” “We were lucky to escape with our lives.” Tobias gave Sebastian a slight smile again. “You must be exhausted. We can talk some more tomorrow, if you’d like.” With a loud thump Sebastian closed his book and put it in the drawer of his nightstand. “For now, get settled and get some rest. The bed next to me is yours.” He gestured towards the bed in the far right corner, and to Tobias’ surprise, his suitcase is already sitting on the chest next to it. With a bit of effort – it was a large suitcase – Tobias pulled the dark grey, leather suitcase off the chest. With two small clicks, the small, golden locks opened and Tobias lifted the top. He was too tired to organise everything right now, perhaps tomorrow, so he just got out what he needed for the night and shoved the suitcase under the bed.

After changing into his nightwear, Tobias climbed into bed. His bed now. It was weird to be in a place he never thought he would get to see. It was even weirder he could now call it home. With only his head poking out of the duvet, he turned towards Sebastian. He had gotten ready for bed as well, and was lying in his own bed, facing Tobias. “Enjoy your first night in the best Hogwarts house there is. And with an amazing roommate at that,” Sebastian smirked. Tobias snickered. “I’m excited to meet that roommate, what bed is theirs?” “Touche. You’ll meet them in the morning.” “Seriously though, thanks. See you tomorrow.” Tobias could just make out Sebastian’s face in the dark, now that the brazier was only smoldering. He looked amused, a smile dancing around his mouth. “Goodnight, newbie.” With those words, Sebastian turned around. It didn’t take long before Tobias could hear him breathing slower, and deeper. I don’t think I’ll be that fast asleep, he thought to himself. But the journey had taken its toll and his body needed the rest, so not much later, he dozed off. He didn’t even hear his other roommates come in.

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A quick edit I did on my phone of Sebastion & Gabriel.