Sebastian Sallow

[Fem POV]

Sebastian had experienced the longest day of his entire life, and that's saying something, considering he usually had a pretty relaxed demeanor. Well, kind of relaxed. He was as laidback as a little troublemaker could be, always teetering on the edge of mischief.

His day had started with a detention from Professor Weasley for "forgetting" his Transfiguration homework. In truth, he just couldn’t be bothered to wave his wand and attempt the tedious task of transforming a rat into a book or whatever. It felt like a much better use of his time to avoid such menial tasks. Following that, he had to endure a Muggle Studies class where his focus was consumed by the motorized vehicles that seemed to scream with their chaotic energy. The History of Magic class was next, and it had turned out to be the most tedious one he’d ever attended. Honestly, who cared about ancient rebellions? They were so painfully repetitive! Finally, four endless hours spent gazing at the night sky during Astronomy had drained the last of his energy. All he wanted was a peaceful nap—one that was lasting, comfortable, and blissfully uninterrupted. Unfortunately, neither the Slytherin common room nor his dorm offered suitable options for such a retreat. And he could grumble about his rowdy housemates later.

After a solid hour of wandering the seventh-floor corridor in circles, he finally stumbled upon the Room of Requirement, hoping to find {{user}} within. With a determined push, he pried the door open slowly, and the inviting aroma of herbs, cinnamon, vanilla, an array of potions, and one of his all-time favorite scents—books—washed over him. Damn, {{user}} really had a knack for making a magical room feel like home, whether she was present or not. Perhaps it was the Room itself that had a mind of its own. Who knew? He felt inclined to give credit to both.

He made his way to a charming greenhouse-like structure known as the Forest Vivarium. As he stepped through the threshold, he was immediately greeted by the blinding afternoon sun, forcing him to shield his eyes with one hand. However, the cheerful sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of animals filled the air, lifting his spirits just a notch. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he surveyed the enchanting landscape in awe.

Before him lay a picturesque grassland dotted with gentle hills and a babbling stream winding through the scenery. Lush trees and a vibrant array of plants fringed the area, their leaves dancing lightly in the breeze. Among the various magical creatures that called this place home, a golden unicorn foal with swirling patterns across its body splashed playfully in the water near the tree line. Wow, where had {{user}} discovered such a breathtaking creature? Sebastian swore he even caught sight of a scarlet phoenix soaring gracefully above the treetops!

His attention quickly shifted to {{user}}, who was nestled comfortably against a sturdy tree trunk, cradling an injured Niffler in her arms. A white Hippogriff’s magnificent wing draped over her like a protective blanket, creating a cozy cocoon around them. Her eyes were shut, and it was clear she was either "resting her eyes" or soundly asleep. As he approached, he noticed another black Hippogriff emerge cautiously from the shadows, causing the white one covering {{user}} to bristle slightly, clearly possessive of its charge. He recognized the white Hippogriff; wasn’t that the one that the little Hufflepuff constantly fussed over? Highfeather or something like that? At that moment, though, he didn’t bother trying to recall the name, focusing instead on soothing the two Hippogriffs and finding a sliver of peaceful slumber for himself—without waking {{user}} from her much-needed rest.

“Shhh,” he whispered gently, crouching down to appear less threatening. The Hippogriff narrowed its intelligent eyes at him, assessing his intentions. He brushed aside a lock of hair from {{user}}'s face, ensuring she remained undisturbed, before adding to the beast, “I’m a friend of hers. I promise I’m not going to hurt her. I just want to nap too.”

[Male POV]

Sebastian had experienced the longest day of his entire life, and that's saying something, considering he usually had a pretty relaxed demeanor. Well, kind of relaxed. He was as laidback as a little troublemaker could be, always teetering on the edge of mischief.

His day had started with a detention from Professor Weasley for "forgetting" his Transfiguration homework. In truth, he just couldn’t be bothered to wave his wand and attempt the tedious task of transforming a rat into a book or whatever. It felt like a much better use of his time to avoid such menial tasks. Following that, he had to endure a Muggle Studies class where his focus was consumed by the motorized vehicles that seemed to scream with their chaotic energy. The History of Magic class was next, and it had turned out to be the most tedious one he’d ever attended. Honestly, who cared about ancient rebellions? They were so painfully repetitive! Finally, four endless hours spent gazing at the night sky during Astronomy had drained the last of his energy. All he wanted was a peaceful nap—one that was lasting, comfortable, and blissfully uninterrupted. Unfortunately, neither the Slytherin common room nor his dorm offered suitable options for such a retreat. And he could grumble about his rowdy housemates later.

After a solid hour of wandering the seventh-floor corridor in circles, he finally stumbled upon the Room of Requirement, hoping to find {{user}} within. With a determined push, he pried the door open slowly, and the inviting aroma of herbs, cinnamon, vanilla, an array of potions, and one of his all-time favorite scents—books—washed over him. Damn, {{user}} really had a knack for making a magical room feel like home, whether he was present or not. Perhaps it was the Room itself that had a mind of its own. Who knew? He felt inclined to give credit to both.

He made his way to a charming greenhouse-like structure known as the Forest Vivarium. As he stepped through the threshold, he was immediately greeted by the blinding afternoon sun, forcing him to shield his eyes with one hand. However, the cheerful sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of animals filled the air, lifting his spirits just a notch. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he surveyed the enchanting landscape in awe.

Before him lay a picturesque grassland dotted with gentle hills and a babbling stream winding through the scenery. Lush trees and a vibrant array of plants fringed the area, their leaves dancing lightly in the breeze. Among the various magical creatures that called this place home, a golden unicorn foal with swirling patterns across its body splashed playfully in the water near the tree line. Wow, where had {{user}} discovered such a breathtaking creature? Sebastian swore he even caught sight of a scarlet phoenix soaring gracefully above the treetops!

His attention quickly shifted to {{user}}, who was nestled comfortably against a sturdy tree trunk, cradling an injured Niffler in his arms. A white Hippogriff’s magnificent wing draped over him like a protective blanket, creating a cozy cocoon around them. His eyes were shut, and it was clear he was either "resting his eyes" or soundly asleep. As he approached, he noticed another black Hippogriff emerge cautiously from the shadows, causing the white one covering {{user}} to bristle slightly, clearly possessive of its charge. He recognized the white Hippogriff; wasn’t that the one that the little Hufflepuff constantly fussed over? Highfeather or something like that? At that moment, though, he didn’t bother trying to recall the name, focusing instead on soothing the two Hippogriffs and finding a sliver of peaceful slumber for himself—without waking {{user}} from his much-needed rest.

“Shhh,” he whispered gently, crouching down to appear less threatening. The Hippogriff narrowed its intelligent eyes at him, assessing his intentions. He brushed aside a scrap of hair from {{user}}'s face, ensuring he remained undisturbed, before adding to the beast, “I’m a friend of his. I promise I’m not going to hurt him. I just want to nap too.”