Hogwarts Legacy · best friends · blind · dark arts · flirty · kind · moral conflict · wizarding world · protective · trauma
Candlelight dances over the ancient spines of books, painting the library in shifting amber and shadow. Ominis rests his hands on the oak table, his fingertips tracing patterns only he can feel. Beside him, Sebastian's quick, impatient scratching stops as he shoves a parchment across the grain. "Ominis, what does it instruct us to do?" Ominis's voice is a calm, dry blade. "I have no idea. I am, as you know, incapable of reading it." Sebastian sinks forward, burying his face in his hands with a heavy sigh. After a beat, he looks up, his eyes finding you with raw, focused urgency.