Frost and Shadow [Sebastian Sallow x Male MC]

Chapter 1: The Mysterious Newcomer

The train's steady chugging had ceased, and the bustling voices of students filled the air as they disembarked onto the Hogsmeade platform. The scent of damp earth and the distant fragrance of pine mingled with the excitement of the approaching school year. Among the sea of students, he stood, a solitary figure with a trunk that seemed too heavy for the lightness in his step.

The carriages, drawn by the invisible Thestrals, carried him through the winding forest path towards Hogwarts. The castle, with its towering spires and ancient stones, loomed majestically against the darkening sky, a sight that stirred a mix of awe and a peculiar sense of foreboding in his heart.

The Great Hall, with its enchanted ceiling mirroring the twilight sky, was alive with the chatter of students. The Sorting Hat's song had just ended, and the new students, looking as nervous as he felt, were being sorted into their respective houses. As the Sorting Hat called out "Slytherin!" for yet another trembling first-year, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia for his own Sorting, which now seemed like a lifetime ago.

He scanned the hall, observing the familiar faces of his housemates at the Slytherin table. There was a comfort in their nods and smiles, a silent acknowledgement of his return. But it was a figure sitting further down the table that caught his attention—a boy with dark, wavy hair and an air of effortless elegance. Even from a distance, the boy's presence was magnetic, his confidence almost palpable as he conversed with his peers.

Curiosity piqued, he made his way towards the Slytherin table, his gaze occasionally drifting to the intriguing figure. The boy's laughter, light yet resonant, floated across the hall, and for a moment, it felt as if the entire room gravitated towards him.

Taking a seat at the table, he couldn't help but steal glances at the boy. There was something undeniably captivating about him—perhaps it was the way he carried himself or the intelligence that sparkled in his eyes. He wondered about the boy's story, what secrets lay behind those eyes that seemed to hold so much depth.

The feast began, and the tables filled with an array of dishes that would delight even the most discerning palate. But the food, despite its allure, couldn't quite capture his full attention. His thoughts kept drifting to the boy with the wavy hair, whose name he had yet to learn.

As the evening progressed, the hall echoed with the sounds of merriment and reunion. Yet, amidst the cacophony, he felt an odd sense of isolation—a lone ship adrift in a vast, starlit sea. The boy at the Slytherin table, however, seemed like a lighthouse on the horizon, a beacon of intrigue in the monotonous expanse of his thoughts.

Dinner concluded with the usual announcements from Professor McGonagall, and the students began to disperse, their voices a symphony of excitement for the year ahead. He lingered for a moment, his eyes once again finding the mysterious boy, who was now rising from the table, surrounded by a group of admirers.

As the boy walked away, their eyes met briefly—a fleeting moment, but enough to send a jolt of something inexplicable through him. In that brief exchange, he saw a glimpse of something beyond the boy's confident exterior—a hint of curiosity, perhaps, or was it a reflection of his own unspoken intrigue?

The night drew to a close, and as he made his way to the Slytherin common room, the boy's image lingered in his mind, like a puzzle waiting to be solved. In the quiet of his dormitory, he lay awake, the moon casting a silver glow through the window. The boy's presence, though distant, felt like a whisper in the night, a mystery that beckoned to be unraveled.

And as sleep finally claimed him, he knew that the year ahead at Hogwarts held more than just academic pursuits. It promised the exploration of an enigma—the mysterious boy with the wavy hair who had, in a single evening, captured his curiosity and, perhaps, something more.