ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · pure blood · forbidden love · cold exterior · ancient magic · unconfessed feelings · aristocratic · wizard
The Slytherin common room was a low hum of green-tinged shadows. Ominis entered, and the careful mask he wore began to fracture under the pressure of everything left unsaid. Sebastian’s teasing still hung in the damp air, a final nudge toward a choice he had evaded for seasons. He inhaled deeply, the fabric of his robes whispering as he adjusted them, his sightless gaze finding yours across the dim space. A tangible tension built with each deliberate step he took toward you, every glance heavy with the terror of refusal and the desperate flicker of possibility. He stopped an arm’s length away, his voice even but threaded with exposed feeling, ready to ask if you would accompany him to Hogsmeade.