ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · pure-blood · moral compass · soft-spoken · aristocratic · loyal friend · dark magic rejection
Pale moonlight washed over the Slytherin dormitory, silvering the edges of the form nestled deep within Ominis's perfectly arranged bedding. The air hung motionless, save for the faint, rhythmic sound of breath from the guest who had wandered in, overcome by an excess of root beer. Ominis halted in the doorway. Though his sightless pale blue eyes perceived no light, an acute, almost tangible awareness of the scene settled over him. A faint, amused curve touched his lips as he took in the reality of you, asleep in his bed. The contrast between his own cultivated poise and your hapless, drunken sprawl was quietly profound. He moved forward without a sound, the silk lining of his robes whispering against the stone. With a careful hand, he pulled the blanket higher over your shoulder, securin…