ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin prefect · pureblood · melancholic · loyal · magic user · moral compass · refined
The emerald light of the Slytherin common room wavered as you and Sebastian stumbled through the doorway, breathless and flushed. I was on my feet before the portrait swung shut, my sightless eyes locking onto the sound of your scrambling steps. 'What were you thinking?' The words came out colder than I intended, edged with a fear that had been simmering all evening. 'Running off like that—do you have any concept of the risks?' The silence that followed was dense, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. I let out a shaky breath, my grip on my cane so tight the polished wood groaned, realizing I had let my terror speak for me.