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just-another-star-47 · 6 months

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Changing the plan

Right after this part.

Just a soft little snippet for all the people who need to get to bed soon.

By the way, is there something like a carry-kink? Just asking for a friend.

The first thing she felt, even before her eyes slowly opened, was the tingling along her neck, over her shoulders, up to her collarbone and back. A barely perceptible touch that pierced through her marrow and bones - fingertips running gently over her skin. Next, she felt the warmth of another body close to her and drew in the scent of that same body, that same person, deeply.

"I think I fell asleep..." her voice was no more than a tired whisper, but Sebastian had heard it.

He raised himself up on his elbow, his head resting in his hand as his fingertips travelled up to the tip of her nose.

"You certainly did, yes. Which now presents us with a bit of a problem."

Confused, she tried to make out his face in the dark and unconsciously continued to mimic his whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"It's deepest night now, kitten."

When she didn't answer, Sebastian continued to explain, and she could clearly recognise a grin in his voice.

"You're not the only one using one of the beds in the room for a nap."

Her breath caught in her throat and she had to restrain herself from groaning in frustration.

"Are they all in their beds?"

"Yes."

"And they're all asleep?"

"I'd have to check..."

She could make out the shadowy outline of his body as Sebastian sat up and tried to pull aside one of the curtains on his bed.

"Don't you dare!" she pulled him back, and he dropped beside her again with a soft laugh.

"If you want to get out of here, I'll have to make sure the coast is clear."

"Stop having so much fun, this is serious."

He laughed again and felt her face with both hands: "Button your blouse and let me do it, kitten."

After a kiss that was far too passionate for the circumstances, he poked his head through the curtains, listened for a moment and finally stood up.

"Ready?"

Just a moment after she grumbled confirmation, Sebastian grabbed her feet, pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted her up in his arms.

"And you think this way we'll get into less trouble if we get caught?" she whispered with amusement, wrapping her arms and legs around his body.

"This way, it's more fun for me to take you back to your common room."

"No need for that, just drop me off upstairs in front of the entrance," she enveloped them both in the disillusionment spell.

"No way," Sebastian snorted as he pushed open the door of the room and walked through the Slytherin common room with her in his arms, "I'm not letting go of you until I can see the painting outside your common room with my own eyes."

"You can't carry me through the whole castle, Sebastian..."

"Is that a challenge?"

She rolled her eyes, but it was no use, not even when she tried again above the moving stairs.

"You really should let me down now."

"No."

"Sebastian..." her voice became more urgent, even more so when she heard his breathing quicken and become noticeably louder. However, her whining stopped when he turned in the wrong direction and his grin intensified.

"Where are you going?" she looked puzzled and down at him with wide eyes.

"I've changed my mind," he remarked simply, and continued on his way undeterred,

"The way you fell asleep next to me earlier? I want that again."

Without offering any further explanations, he carried her on through the corridors of the castle until she finally realised what he was up to.

The hidden room they had found together was cold when they entered. The two books Sebastian had borrowed from the Forbidden Section still lay on the small table in front of one of the armchairs, the starlight illuminating the ornate writing on one of the spines. While Sebastian tended to the fire, she lit the candles on the table and on the walls before pulling the thick woollen blankets out of the wooden box.

"Come here."

With a sigh, she joined him in front of the fireplace, one blanket spread out beneath them, the other to snuggle into.

"It's going to be a cold night."

"I'll keep you warm, don't worry."

Sebastian smiled at her before patiently unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her body like her skirt. Much more impatiently, he then removed his own clothes and pulled her towards him, warming her body with his own. Shivering, she pressed herself closer to him, their legs tangled, while he spread the thick blanket over them both and then wrapped her tightly in his arms.

"Sleep well, MC," he whispered in her ear and pressed her head closer to him.

Her nose in the hollow of his neck, her whole body pressed against his, while the warmth from the fireplace enveloped them like a second blanket.

"Good night, Sebastian," was all she could manage before she slowly surrendered to sleep in his arms.

All snippets of the story are here.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #soft sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fluff #hogwarts legacy modern au #modern sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc

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felicejules · 2 months

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"And where do you think, you're going?" "..." "Come here..."

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1822696

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hufflepuff mc #hufflepuff x slytherin #Soft Sebastian Sallow #Mc needs a break #picrew #hogwarts legacy

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choccy-milky · 6 months

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ominis sandwich 🥪🥹 (( from a oneshot called scriptorium to sepulcher! it takes place after the scriptorium, where ominis is still depressed about finding his aunt noctua dead, and so clora and seb try to cheer him up💕 thank you again for writing this RGKO!! ))

#it was so cool reading seb and clora interactions that i didn't write??😭and the way clora & seb described colours to omi made me SO SOFT #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis #choccyart

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cetuscorvus · 1 year

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Keeping an eye on things. Feldcroft isn't what it used to be.

Visit to Feldcroft with Slate Jumper Attire from Sallow's Closet

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #nvidia ansel #i'm going to drown you in showcases #so soft so warm #so angsty #just perfect #go and download the mod it's amazing and modder deserves all the endorsements

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blue--ingenue · 10 months

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soft!Sebastian headcannons - part 2

Author's Note: so flattered at the response part 1 has gotten, so here's part 2! i may be projecting a bit with the adhd headcannon, but i swear that boy at least partially has it

he’s incredibly protective of you. after losing his parents, nearly losing Anne, and knowing that you defeated Ranrok alone in fifth year, he vowed to never let any harm come to you. he knows you’re more than capable of holding your own in a fight, and his overprotective streak causes a fair amount of arguing between you both, but it stems from his love for you and desire to see you safe

much of his Crossed Wands fan base consists of younger students (including Lucan) that he’s defended from bullies over the years

absolute caffeine gremlin. drinks coffee when the house elves apparate it onto the breakfast tables, but if he can’t get his hands on a cup, he’ll settle for tea. (this is one of the reasons Earl Grey is one of the first scents you recognize while making amortentia in Potions)

usually doesn’t approve of Garreth’s ‘experiments in class’ (enjoys mischief as much as the young Weasley, but doesn’t want to jeopardize his grade), but once slipped him a few sickles to commission him for an energizing brew

knows how to braid hair, and is pretty damn good at it. Anne taught him how when they were little and he’s been doing it ever since. if MC has long hair, he’s braiding it into a neat french braid before their Crossed Wands match so that it doesn’t get in their face while fighting. some of the boys in his year with fragile masculinity scoff, but when they see half of the students in their year fawning over him. they try to learn how to braid as well

(i’m literally picturing soft Sebastian lovingly braiding MC’s hair with gentle hands before taking his place next to them and absolutely decimating their competition. the complete 180 from tender to lethal has most of the crowd swooning)

is absolutely the little spoon, but will take over as big spoon if you ask him to. whenever he’s stressed or overwhelmed from school (or the danger you often find yourselves in) he just wants to be held

has a major sweet tooth. he always has some sort of sweet with him. whether it’s a chocolate frog, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans he’s split with Ominis, or a pastry tucked away from dinner

absolutely ADORES museums. his parents used to take him and Anne to wizarding history museums as well as the natural history museum in London. seeing artifacts up close while satiating his thirst for knowledge is his personal paradise

(possibly becomes a museum researcher after graduating. something a bit daring and dangerous that lets him put his dueling skills to use in the pursuit of contributing knowledge to his field)

has some degree of adhd that influences his impulsive decisions, risk-taking behavior, and constant switching from topic to topic. has many detentions from talking while the professor is speaking or engaging in unsanctioned spell work, but it’s not his fault classes aren’t stimulating enough

loves dueling and defense against the dark arts because he gets to engage in hands-on activities after long days of having to sit quietly and still for hours of lectures

herbology isn’t his strong suit, but one day you tell him your favorite flower and he’s determined to grow them for you. a few days later in the undercroft you notice a little self-watering potting table with a few buds poking out from the soil. there are at least five herbology books flipped open to various pages on the exact flower you mentioned with little notes scrawled in the margins

he hands you a bouquet of the flowers once they’ve grown and you swear he looks positively elated

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x y/n #fluff #soft!sebastian sallow

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myokk · 20 days

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a lazy afternoon by the black lake🫶

#Anne and Eloise are feeding the giant squid btw #honestly I just love thinking about their friendship soooo much #& I love soft and emotional male friendships sooooo much #but if you want this to be a sebinis picture idc jajaja #hogwarts legacy #hphl #hogwarts legacy fanart #Sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebinis

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subastian-swallows · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow x You

What it would be like to date Sebastian Sallow ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ *just a small taste...just a nibble...I could go on forever*

Forehead kisses ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ *His favourite kisses, don't let him tell you otherwise*

Refuses to allow you to use your own sweaters, you MUST wear his

Sebastian often laughs at your misfortune, in the cute-look-at-them-suffering kind of way and only for things that would be classified as silly things. Such as, laughing at you when you have the hiccups so much, that eventually Sebastian gets the hiccups too — or how, he can't help himself but make fun of your hair, when your potion goes wrong

Soft smiles from across the room

Spontaneous dates, often leading you into trouble — one example: attempting to use a makeshift raft to travel to the small island in the middle of the lake, leaving you stranded

Long walks — skipping rocks by the lake, exploring hidden caves, kissing against the trees by the path

Snowball fights in Winter, swimming together in Summer, leaf collecting in Fall/Autumn, flower crowns in Spring

Matching Halloween costumes — always ugly or scary

Matching ugly Christmas sweaters

Sebastian constantly getting knocked on his ass, from trying to climb the girl's dormitory staircase

Let's you warm your hands up, under his shirt

Tickle fights — alway leads to something more

Often sleeping in each other's laps — most of the time, it's Sebastian in yours as you play with his hair

Supporting you undress, when you've been injured

Exploring each other's bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each other's scars and sharing the stories behind them, drawing patterns in his freckles

Blanket hogger — he's the worst for it

Helping capture a bug in his dorm room — big secret baby

Kissing

Written notes in class — "Wanna ditch next period?"

BOOPING NOSES

Falling asleep together in the vivarium

Dumb idiots, doing dumb things — egging each other on to mess with Peeves

Hand holding always — it's canon, this boy needs physical touch, my guy

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy imagine #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fluff #hogwarts #headcanon #im soft

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celerydays · 8 months

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I've had a couple of days this week where all my art just isn't arting quite right and it's been very frustrating lol 😬

I just need ONE sketch to go okay and I think that this is the one that's finally going somewhat right-ish? I'm going to keep chipping away at it in between breaks while working on my comic and see if it comes together 😮‍💨

#im very soft atm for all the delicious sebinis meals we've been getting lately in this fandom 🥺#my warm-up sketches hardly ever stay just as warm-ups lmao #also reprieve part 2 is coming i promise 👀 my hand just forgot how to draw for a hot minute there ladgjalgjsdlk #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebinis #gauntlow #hogwarts legacy fanart #celdraws #celerydays #hl #hl art

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morelikeravenbore · 8 months

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How to Make a Villain - Sebastian Sallow x FMC

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A comprehensive guide on how to turn the good guys bad.

18+ No smut (tbh there probably will be segs eventually but it'll be geared more toward the emotional end of the scale rather than the explicit), lots of fluff, lots of angst. TW: Mentions of parental loss, family trauma, implied murder, sexual references and mild violence.

A Hogwarts Legacy fic that explores how grief & trauma can fundamentally change the course of a person's entire life.

THE BLURB:

Aurélie Collins wishes she were invisible. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts to be normal, there are a great many unusual things about her. She's the only transfer student Hogwarts has seen in recent memory, she has an absolutely abysmal sense of direction, and - though she desperately wishes she couldn't - she can wield an ancient and highly unstable form of rare magic.

When a tragic event rips her from her life of opulence at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Aurelie is unceremoniously thrust into the freezing cold Scottish highlands to finish her final year at Hogwarts, where the castle's floor plan is impossible to navigate, obsession with blood status runs prevalent among the student body, and it's freezing bloody cold - all the time.

Worse still, she finds herself unable to escape the unwavering attention of Sebastian Sallow. Tall, handsome and infuriating, the Slytherin Quidditch captain is convinced he's the greatest thing to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, is best friends with a Gaunt, and, to Aurélie's endless irritation, does not want to let her out of his sight. Ever.

Read chapter one under the cut.

If Aurélie Collins had to choose one word to best describe herself, she supposed it would be - to put it as delicately as she could - completely and utterly overwhelmed. Granted, that was four words, not one, but as she trudged down yet another unfamiliar corridor, she was just relieved she could string together a coherent sentence at all. After the last few months of hell she'd endured, Aurélie wasn't her usual eloquent self, to say the least.

She hadn't always been that way - overwhelmed, that is. In fact, if asked only a few months ago to describe herself, she would've said she was dutiful, quick-witted, and, if not brave, then definitely unafraid of facing challenges head-on. She'd been a confident girl once; she got good grades, always did as she was asked and never stepped a toe out of line, and everyone - from her parents and teachers to her friends and peers - knew that Aurélie Collins would go on to achieve whatever she set her mind to.

Now, though? Well, nowadays she was too exhausted to set her mind on anything. Since she'd been forced to start a new school in a new country - in the seventh and final year of her magical education at that - Aurélie felt that the only substantial thing about her was the crushing sadness that pervaded her every waking thought, as if every other part of her had been utterly annihilated by grief. Not that she allowed herself to feel any of that grief if she could help it - but it was always there, pervasive and relentless, weighing her down like a heavy wet blanket as she tried to swim through the rapidly changing currents of her new life.

Breathe, Aurélie, she told herself as she trekked ever deeper into the immense stone castle that was her new school. You've handled worse than this.

But this was a lie; she hadn't handled anything worse than this. The truth was that she was adrift in a perpetual ocean of grief that constantly threatened to consume her. She had no anchor, nothing to tether her to anything solid.

And this new school of hers certainly wasn't doing anything to improve her situation.

Bloody Hogwarts.

Of all places she'd ever imagined herself living, the freezing cold Scottish highlands was absolutely not one of them. But, then again, she wouldn't have believed that she'd be an orphan at seventeen either, yet here she was.

Hogwarts was famous, of course. Heralded as the pinnacle of magical education and the top school in the wizarding world, most witches and wizards were honoured to attend such a prestigious establishment. But Aurélie Collins was of the opinion that every bloody thing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was confusing, unnecessary, or just downright nonsensical. From the ever-changing floorplan to the myriad of talking portraits - all of whom gave wildly conflicting directions to her classes depending on which ones she asked - nothing about Hogwarts made any sense.

Aurélie was almost in tears by the time she reached another dead end. It was simply impossible to find one's way around a school like this; there were too many floors to navigate, too many disused classrooms and far too many staircases that led to absolutely nowhere. Not to mention, beyond its confusing floorplan and unbearably draughty rooms, the ancient hulking castle was rather ugly - by Aurélie's standards at least. The monolithic Gothic castle was so far removed from the elegance and charm of Beauxbatons that it seemed almost cruel that she should be forced to endure it at all. She could almost hear her best friend Céleste's reaction if she were with her now. 'Ugh, it's so awfully medieval,' she would say. 'Stone Gargoyles? And all those uncouth English boys? I don't know which I find more barbaric!'

She almost smiled at the thought. But only almost - for thinking of her best friend only made her sad.

Aurélie shook herself mentally, shifting the heavy weight of her books from one arm to the other. She did not like thinking about her old life, least of all on her first day of school while she was lost in the labyrinth of never-ending corridors and endless classrooms. She had the distinct and slightly alarming sense that she was headed in completely the wrong direction as she tried to find her first class of the day, but, having never set foot in Hogwarts until the night before, found herself without any point of reference with which to correct her course.

'Which Merlin-forsaken floor is this, anyway?' she muttered to herself in French as a group of first years skittered around her, giggling obnoxiously as they hurried down the long corridor. They were wearing the green and silver colours of Slytherin house. She knew of Slytherin house only because her father had attended Hogwarts in his youth; though he'd been a Hufflepuff - a badger, not a snake.

Aurélie's heart gave an awful lurch at the thought of her father. Oh, her wonderful father: patient and good-humoured and endlessly curious and -

Dead. He's dead, Aurélie. Stop thinking about him.

She swallowed down the hard lump in her throat and trudged on determinedly, descending what felt like the hundredth set of stairs she'd already followed that morning. She could feel disappointment and embarrassment roiling in the pit of her stomach; she wasn't used to failing at anything let alone something as simple as getting to class on time. Even the bloody first years knew where they were going, for crying out loud, and they'd been here for just as short a time as she had.

When at last she found herself facing yet another dead end, she finally conceded defeat. Trying very hard not to cry, she adjusted her unflattering black robes (oh, to be dressed in fine blue silk again) and began to seriously consider how much trouble she'd be in if she just went back to bed. Or, more tempting still, how badly she'd be punished if she fled back to France and never returned to Hogwarts again, graduation be damned.

But no, she couldn't leave Hogwarts; it was the safest place for her since her parents had died, and Professor Weasley, the deputy headmistress, had evoked the power of Merlin himself to secure her a place here at such short notice. Apparently, it had not been an easy feat convincing Headmaster Black to take on a student with her reputation.

Aurélie sighed and squeezed her eyes closed. 'It's just for one year,' she muttered under her breath, repeating the phrase that had become her mantra. 'Just one year, that's all.'

'Unless you're trying to break into the Slytherin common room,' said an unexpected voice behind her, 'I'm going to assume you're lost.'

Aurélie whirled around so fast she whipped herself in the face with her long auburn braid. She hadn't always been a jumpy sort of person, but losing both parents at the same time had a way of making one rather fearful of unexpected voices in unfamiliar corridors.

The boy who stood before her had his wand held aloft; its tip glowed brightly red in front of his face, casting an ominous-looking hue over his pale skin. Aurélie's mind immediately conjured visions of dark shadows and searing red pain, and for one dreadful moment, she thought he was about to curse her. Her palms tingled; a telltale sign that the forbidden magic that flowed through her veins was still very much alive - and very much wanted to be used.

She took an automatic step backwards, clenching her fists tight. Thankfully, the boy made no move to attack; instead, he simply stared at her. No, that wasn't right, he wasn't staring at her - he was staring through her. It was then that Aurélie noticed his eyes; milky white and translucent, they gleamed like ghostly orbs in his angular face.

The boy was blind.

'Sorry,' Aurélie said, a little breathlessly. 'I'm trying to get to my Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but I'm afraid I have no idea where I am.'

The boy laughed, and though the sound was pleasant enough, it was undoubtedly more incredulous than amused. 'Oh my, you are lost, aren't you?'

A small badge engraved with the words Head Boy was pinned to the breast pocket of his immaculate robes. Even bathed under the red glow of his wand light, she could clearly make out the tiny snake etched onto its gleaming surface. Another Slytherin. She'd known very little about the four Hogwarts houses before coming here, but when the sorting hat had asked her if she had a preference, all she could think was that she didn't want to be part of a house whose emblem was a snake.

When Aurélie did not reply, the boy heaved an impatient sigh.

'You're the new Ravenclaw,' he said matter-of-factly. 'I must say, I didn't expect to find you all the way down here.'

The boy had a rather aristocratic air about him - haughty and vaguely displeased as all aristocratic types were loath to be, with silvery hair slicked back from his face, high cheekbones, and a sharp jawline that screamed of fine magical breeding. Aurélie wondered vaguely which noble family he was from, for she certainly knew a wealthy pureblood when she saw one; half of Beauxbatons was full of old ennobled wizarding families.

As she opened her mouth to ask him how he knew who she was - being blind and all - he spoke again.

'I recognise your accent,' he explained as if he'd read her thoughts. 'There aren't any other French students at Hogwarts.' His sharp, clipped voice was a stark contrast to his delicate features, and yet, there was something strangely ominous about it that stirred something inside her. Something familiar. Something... unpleasant.

'Half French,' she corrected him, pushing the thought away. 'My father was English, mother was French. But - er, yes, I suppose I do sound different to everyone else.'

Having been duo lingual all her life, Aurélie spoke both English and French perfectly - but apparently, her French accent wasn't as undetectable as she'd hoped. She smoothed her clammy hands down the front of her awfully drab robes, acutely aware of how the boy's unseeing eyes seemed to be looking right at her with surprising intensity.

'Yes, well,' he drawled in a tone that suggested that he didn't particularly care about the finer details of her heritage. 'You're absolutely nowhere near the Defence floor. In fact, you're almost in the dungeons. Frankly, I'm baffled you managed to make it here from the Great Hall all by yourself. Why weren't you following your classmates?'

'Oh. I wasn't in the Great Hall. I came straight from my common room.'

Not entirely trusting that anything she ate would stay down for long, she'd opted to skip breakfast in the hall with the other students that morning and head straight to class instead. Though the few Ravenclaw's she'd met so far had seemed friendly enough, their interest in the new foreign transfer student made her uncomfortable. One particularly brazen Ravenclaw boy - whose name she couldn't remember - had ogled her like she were some sort of exotic beast and told her that Hogwarts never got transfer students - not ever. 'If I'd been made to be sorted in front of the entire school as a seventh year,' he had said, 'I would have died of humiliation.'

Inwardly, Aurélie had agreed with him, for she certainly didn't count the sorting ceremony as one of her favourite life experiences. Outwardly though, she had only smiled politely and told him it hadn't been so bad before excusing herself to a quiet corner of the common room to sit alone.

She had no intention of making any friends during her single year at Hogwarts. In fact, she'd made a promise to herself that she wouldn't. After all, she was planning on heading straight back to France the moment she graduated, and the thought of saying goodbye to any more people she cared about was an ordeal she wasn't sure she could handle. But beyond that, she also feared that should anyone find out why she'd transferred in the first place, their interest in her would only intensify.

As a seventeen-year-old witch who hadn't achieved anything particularly extraordinary, Aurélie didn't think herself interesting by any stretch. But unfortunately, having your family murdered by dark wizards certainly was - and that was not something she wanted to be known for. Better to be invisible than be a source of gossip and speculation.

The boy tilted his head, his translucent pupils a little unnerving under the red glow of his wand. An inexplicable shiver of fear skittered down the back of Aurélie's arms and settled in the pit of her stomach.

'So you're telling me you managed to get yourself from the Ravenclaw common room - one of the highest points in the castle - to the very lowest depths of the dungeons, and you didn't at any point stop to think that perhaps you were headed in the wrong direction?' he said. 'Nor did you think it prudent to eat something before you start studying for your N.E.W.T.s, the most important and difficult exam in a witches educational career?' He shook his head in exasperation. 'And here I was thinking Ravenclaw's were supposed to be intelligent.'

Aurélie didn't know how to react to this outburst but rather thought she'd been right to not want to be in the snake house. When she made no reply, the boy heaved another heavy sigh, clearly annoyed.

'Very well. As Head Boy, I suppose it is my duty to help you - even though you ought to be old enough by now to look after yourself. Come along, then.'

With a small shake of his head and a mild sneer, the boy turned on his heel and strode purposefully down the empty corridor. Despite her chagrin, Aurélie couldn't help but marvel at the way his wand seemed to act as a proxy for his sight; pulsing like a heartbeat, it lead him effortlessly through the maze of corridors that even she - with her perfect vision - couldn't seem to navigate. She hurried after him, silently chastising herself for being so useless that she had to be led to class by a blind boy.

'Ominis Gaunt, by the way,' he said once she'd caught up to him; he was rather a fast walker for someone who couldn't see where they were going.

'Oh, er - hello, I'm Aurélie -'

'Collins - yes, I know who you are. Now, do pay attention, won't you? Defence Against the Dark Arts class is on the third floor, not in the dungeons. Even I can tell this isn't the third floor, and I'm blind.'

Aurélie flushed. Perhaps the sorting hat had made a mistake putting her into a house whose members were valued for being clever.

'So... you're Head Boy?' she asked timidly.

'That is what I said, isn't it?' came his sharp reply. 'And I'll have you know that I've quite enough to be getting on with today without needing to rescue stray Ravenclaws from the dungeons.'

'I didn't need rescuing,' she muttered under her breath. Ominis only ignored her, and after a very tense silence and several staircases later, they came to a stop outside the correct classroom on the third floor.

'Do try not to get yourself so embarrassingly lost again, won't you?' he said tersely. 'I don't have time to babysit seventh years, I've enough first-year drama to deal with as it is.'

And with that, he was away again, muttering darkly about Ravenclaw's and incompetence as he went, leaving Aurélie standing dumbfounded in his wake.

#hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfic #soft sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #slytherin x ravenclaw #Slytherin x Ravenclaw pairing

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hogwartslegacypics · 8 months

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Official description of Sebastian from the Hogwarts Legacy Art Book

Sebastian Sallow is a charming and driven student with many secrets. Sebastian and his sister, Anne, were raised by their uncle, Solomon Sallow, a former Auror with the Ministry of Magic. However, before their fourth year at Hogwarts, Anne was cursed during a raid on their home in Feldcroft by the goblin Ranrok and his followers. As a result, she now suffers from a magical malady that leaves her in constant pain and unable to attend school. Sebastian has taken it upon himself to find a cure for his sister and has turned to the Dark Arts to find a solution. While his aims and goals often seem well-intended, he justifies acting questionably to achieve them and uses his sister's illness as an excuse to delve into Dark Magic. Sebastian is compelled by the idea that magic is a tool, rather than something innately good or evil.

Sebastian isn't bothered by defeat, and he is undaunted in pursuing his goals. Even though Sebastian's parents died, he channels their optimistic personalities and relies on his memories of them, which include being persistent and open-minded and always pursuing knowledge, to guide him.

#how he relies on memories of his parents to guide him 😭😭 i’m soft #if his parents were alive they defs would have been trying to find a cure with seb and encouraging him #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow

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hazyange1s · 9 days

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we’re in this together, whether you like it or not.

#the undercroft lighting really hits #one of the rare times you’ll see soft!raegan here lmao #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy screenshots #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow screenshots #sebastian sallow x mc

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 2 months

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Hello! So so happy to see you back here, I missed the reactions! I hope you're doing okay!

I don't remember if you've already written this, but I would like to read how HL Characters will react when MC propose to them (such a sappy, I know 😅)

HLC REACT TO MC PROPOSING

A/N: I LIVE for soft sappy nonsense, life needs a little more of it

Everything was perfect. The date, the location, the company. MC had been planning this for months, waiting for things to be just right. Finally the moment came for them to get down on one knee and present their lover with the question that would bind or break them... "Will you marry me?"

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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He stares a moment, stunned. Then he stamps his foot. "Oh come on! You beat me to it!" His face scrunches into a pout and he folds his arms, turning slightly away from MC. His tantrum abruptly ends when MC stands up looking upset. He sighs and takes their hands.

"I suppose I-...I suppose I wanted to be the one to ask you. See your face light up with delight. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. I will gladly marry you. The fact you even look my way makes me the luckiest wizard alive." He gently pulls MC to him and kisses them.

OMINIS GAUNT: He processes the question with a stoic expression. His wand examines his surroundings; showing him MC on their knee presenting a ring, even the landscape with his field of 'vision'. He commits to memory every sensation from temperature to wind to humidity.

Perhaps he paused too long, MC was starting to shift. He smiles and kneels in front of them. "Of course I will marry you, my love. I need you in my life like I need air to breathe." He offers his hand to allow MC to place the ring on his finger. He doesn't get a moment to admire it before he's blindsided by a tackle to the ground. MC kissing him through the sunset.

ANNE SALLOW: The breath is stolen from her lungs. She silently screams and moves around in place. The happiness in her heart making her dance. She finally gets her breath back and shouts at the top of her lungs. "YES!! BY ALL THE GODS, YES!"

She can barely stand still enough for MC to put the ring on her. Once it's securely on, she grabs MC's face and kisses them hard, only pulling back to breath before going in for another.

IMELDA REYES: She's internally screaming. Is it too soon? Was she really ready for this? She took the relationship seriously, of course, but now that the question has been presented. She finds herself experiencing what can only be described at STAGEFRIGHT. This was a first. She's never been afraid to perform. She's always had the last laugh. She's always had a quick comeback, she could roll with the punches like no other.

But what does she do now? Are her hands shaking? STOP THAT! Why isn't her body listening to her? How long has she been standing there like a frightened deer? MC is starting to look concerned. SAY SOMETHING! "...Nyoes..." Nailed it.

NATSAI ONAI: "Oh MC..." She's tearing up. She's been looking forward to this for a long time. She takes their face in her hands and kisses them sweetly before letting them put the ring on her.

She takes a moment to admire the ring. It's everything she could ever want; not too gaudy, not too simple. She holds MC close, enjoying the warmth of the moment. "...so who are inviting to the wedding?" She giggles when she feels MC sieze up. Now they get to wedding plan.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He's a little distracted by an herb growing out of a rock and doesn't notice MC was actually on their knee. "I'll absolutely marry you." He responds without looking up. "Would you help me extract this-" He turns to see MC giving him a deadpanned look of annoyance. "Oh...oh dear."

He bashfully puts the rock down and takes MC's hand. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be dismissive. I get so excited over projects that I sometimes miss what's right in front of me." He places a hand on MC's cheek. "And what's right in front of me is the love of my life. I will proudly wear your ring and call you mine."

LEANDER PREWETT: His hands fly up to cover his mouth and he can't stop the absolute waterfall coming out of his eyes. It's happening, it's FINALLY happening. His mom will be so proud of him.

He doesn't even look at the ring, his watery eyes are locked on MC. He kisses them, getting tears all over their cheeks. Both need to clean their face but it's one of the happiest kisses he's ever given.

AMIT THAKKAR: He laughs lightly and kneels in front of MC. He presents his own ring. "I was going to ask you as well tonight, but you were a little faster." They exchange rings and lay down together under the darkening sky as the stars slowly appear.

He couldn't be happier. This was the best day of his life by far. Holding MC under the night sky they've studied together since they were kids. Feels poetic. His mind wanders to their upcoming wedding. He wonders if he can convince MC to have a traditional Indian marriage ceremony.

EVERETT CLOPTON: His eyes are as big as saucers. He looks from MC to ring and back again over and over to ensure he wasn't seeing things before he thrusts his fist in the air in celebration. "YES!"

He grabs MC, picks them up and spins them around. He dips them and kisses them silly before finally letting them upright to breathe. MC almost dropped the ring. He puts it on before they lose it and smirks. "And people said I'd never earn your affections. Oh, how wrong they were."

POPPY SWEETING: She looks at the empty box MC presented them with. "Was something supposed to be in there or is this a cruel joke?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. She watches MC panic that they've somehow lost the ring when she notices a bush rustling out of the corner of her eye.

She goes over to find a small blue-green niffler. She grabs the small beast by the foot and holds it up to MC. "I think I found the culprit." She tickles the treasure right out of it, and sure enough, a single ring falls out amongst the coins and shiny rocks. She takes the ring and let's the niffler collect it's treasure back.

"I love it, MC." She hugs MC close and looks up into their eyes. "I love you."

The niffler huffs and blows a raspberry at the couple before disappearing into the bushes.

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