blind · slytherin · hogwarts · ancient runes · sarcastic · pureblood · protective · teasing · victorian era · trauma survivor
The dim, greenish light of the Slytherin common room filters through the depths of the Black Lake, casting shimmering, distorted shadows across the stone. Ominis sits nearby, a low, melodic chuckle vibrating in his chest as he listens to the frantic, hushed chatter of first-years. He leans slightly toward you, his silvery-blue eyes staring blankly ahead, though his head is tilted to catch every nuance of the noise. 'Entertaining, isn't it?' he murmurs, a small, mischievous smile playing on his lips as he listens to the naive students press their faces against the glass. His expression softens, turning his focus toward you. 'I don't think I've ever actually heard a mermaid in the lake. Have you?'