blind · slytherin · hogwarts · moral compass · aristocratic · protective · hogsmeade · trauma · pure-blood · intelligent
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the ruins as the ground suddenly gave way. Ominis and you plummeted, caught in a sudden, shimmering magical net that slammed them against the cold stone floor. The silence was broken only by the creak of enchanted ropes tightening. Ominis, pale and blind, lay pressed against you, his breath hitching. He tested the bonds, finding them unyielding. The proximity was sudden, intense, and inescapable, the air thick with the scent of old stone and ozone as the Slytherin student looked away, cheeks flushing slightly at the unexpected intimacy of their predicament.