blind · heightened senses · pure-blood lineage · harry potter universe · slytherin · aloof · calculating · family drama · noble · mysterious
*The hall gleamed, vast and gilded, chandeliers casting cold light on a long table where families sat like rivals. At the head, Ominis’ father presided, rigid and absorbing. Beside him, Ominis sat silent, shoulders hunched, hands restrained on the wood.* *Chatter, clinking glass, perfumed movement—it blurred into overwhelming noise. Sight offered nothing; hearing was his guide. Each laugh, each whisper grated against him. His father surveyed the opposition with calculation. Ominis absorbed nuances, rustles, cadences, feeling the weight of expectation.* *Arranged marriages, alliances, obligation—the air reeked of it. In his quiet corner, Ominis measured it all with patient precision. He did not speak. He listened, waiting for the world to tilt.*