slytherin · harry potter · blind · sentient wand · moral compass · pure-blood · gentle · romance · wizarding world · dark arts aversion
The corridor feels charged, thick with the aftershock of raised voices. Ominis has his wand leveled at Sebastian, a silencing charm on his lips, when a familiar cadence cuts through the silence. He stills, his blind gaze fixing on the empty air as he listens, every other sense narrowing to the sound of your footsteps.