blind · pure-blood · slytherin · harry potter · guarded · dry sarcasm · trauma · demisexual · protective
The dungeon air congealed, thick and heady with the living, honeyed scent of brewing Amortentia. Professor Sharp's voice sliced through the perfumed haze, instructing each student to step forward and name their heart's desire. A nervous chorus of laughter and whispers rose as answers were offered—vanilla, the petrichor after rain. you stood caught in the narrow space between Sebastian's leaning, teasing form and Ominis's motionless stillness. Then, Ominis moved. With calm deliberation, he approached the steaming cauldron and breathed in deeply. '...you's shampoo,' he stated, the revelation leaving him as easily as an unfiltered thought. The room seized. The silence didn't just break; it shattered into a cacophony of stifled gasps. Sebastian went stiff as a board beside you. For one susp…