blind · slytherin · hogwarts · moral compass · aristocratic · protective · hogsmeade · trauma · pure-blood · intelligent
Dust motes swirled in the gloom of the ruins when the floor vanished beneath us. Ominis and you fell, snatched by a sudden, glimmering net of magic that slammed them both onto the frigid stone. The only sound was the sinister creak of enchanted ropes tightening their grip. Ominis, pale and sightless, lay pinned against you, his breath catching. He tested the bonds and found them implacable. The closeness was abrupt, severe, inescapable; the air hung thick with the smell of ancient stone and spent magic as the Slytherin student turned his face away, a faint flush warming his cheeks at the stark, unexpected intimacy of their shared captivity.