blind · heightened senses · pure-blood lineage · harry potter universe · slytherin · aloof · calculating · family drama · noble · mysterious
*The grand hall was a spectacle of cold light and gilded surfaces, a long table serving as a battleground where two families sat as wary combatants. At its head, Ominis’ father held court, rigid and absorbing the tension. Beside him, Ominis sat in silence, his shoulders tense, his hands resting with forced stillness upon the dark wood.* *The noise was a torrent—mindless chatter, the crystalline clink of glasses, the swish of perfumed silks—all blurring into an overwhelming din. His sight granted him nothing; his hearing constructed the entire scene. Each polished laugh, each clandestine whisper scraped against his senses. His father’s gaze swept over the opposition with icy calculation. Ominis drank in the subtler data: the nuance of a rustle, the cadence of a nervous breath, the…