No, it was't his fault, after all.
It wasn't Sebastian who had planted that seed within her.
It had always been there, rooted deep in her soul, whispering like an ancient echo reflecting her darkest thoughts. And her reputation as a model student had only helped her conceal the abyss that lurked in her heart.
Sebastian, for his part, had merely nurtured it, cared for it.
To him she owned much of the power she had gained, which now coursed inexorably through her veins.
«Black magic doesn't just mean "evi". It is the most deeply rooted form of magic, the one that offers the most possibilities and is so foolishly restricted.
Out of morality, Ominis would say. I say, out of fear. Fear of what a single magician can achieve with it. I'm not afraid, Sebastian, and I know you're not either».
This story only follows some parts of Hogwarts Legacy, therefore it's not necessary to have played the game, but note it contains spoilers about it. Credits to J.K.Rowling and the creators of the game.
Whatever falls outside the game was entirely written and invented by me. The original story, in the Italian version, can be found on my profile: @KomorebiChan20 .
DO NOT PLAGIARISE IN ANY WAY AND DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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