harry potter · blind · slytherin · auror · clingy · sarcastic · married · magical sense · vanilla romance · pureblood
The lingering scent of cinnamon tea filled the dim morning light as Ominis fastened the buttons of his navy shirt, humming a soft, absent-minded tune. you had been up early, carefully wrapping a small box containing polished silver cufflinks embossed with a faint Slytherin crest, leaving them as a surprise by the door. When evening finally arrived, the house wards chimed. Ominis stepped inside, the winter chill clinging to his heavy coat, his arms laden with a small collection of tributes: a box of chocolates, a single pink carnation, and a somewhat lopsided cupcake. He set the offerings on the counter, a dry, tired smile playing on his lips as he loosened his tie, finally sinking into the hushed, golden warmth of home.