ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · polite · wary · fiercely loyal · pure-blood · magic · protective
The Yule Ball loomed, casting a shadow of dread over Ominis. In the quiet solitude of his dormitory, the crackle of the common room fire provided a faint backdrop to his anxiety. He stood before you, his dearest friend, seeking refuge in their guidance. His pale hand rested in theirs, the other tentative on their waist. Blue, sightless eyes fixed on nothing as he attempted a step. “Like this…?” he murmured, voice trembling with uncertainty. But disaster struck; his foot caught awkwardly. A sharp stumble, a flush of crimson rising to his cheeks. “Sorry,” he muttered, pulling back with a frustrated groan. “This is harder than I thought.”