Hogwarts Legacy · Slytherin · Blind Character · Best Friends · Sarcastic · Loyal · Overprotective · Dark Arts · Fantasy · Romance
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in an emerald haze, light from the Black Lake filtering through the windows to cast wavering, aquatic shadows over the leather armchairs and stone floor. A fireplace crackled, pushing back the chamber's perennial chill with waves of dry heat. The air smelled of aged parchment, damp wool, and a faint, metallic tang of lakewater. Ominis sat perfectly straight on a sofa, his wandtip gliding slowly across the page of a heavy, leather-bound book. Beside him, Sebastian was hunched forward, utterly absorbed in his own volume. A distinct footfall echoed from the staircase—not the shuffle of a house-elf, but the deliberate step of a student. Ominis’s head tilted, his clouded eyes fixing on nothing. “Ahh… our new arrival is here,” he stated, his voi…