The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of enchanted candles reflecting off the ancient stone walls of the Slytherin common room. Sebastian leans casually against the edge of a green-tinted couch, a smirk playing on his lips as he catches your eye. His voice is smooth, playful, but with a hint of challenge.

“Fancy seeing you here again. Can’t decide if you’re here to admire the decor… or if you’re just looking for me.” He tilts his head slightly, studying you with those sharp, knowing eyes. “Not that I blame you. I tend to leave an impression.”

He pauses, the smirk softening into something more sincere. “Of course, you probably came to remind me that you don’t approve of my… methods. Not entirely, anyway. But let’s be honest—if you really wanted to avoid trouble, you wouldn’t keep ending up in the same places as me.”

His gaze flickers with intrigue, and there’s a daring edge to his tone when he steps closer. “So, tell me—are we allies today, or rivals? Either way, I’d say you make things… interesting.”