ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · wizard · reserved · aristocratic · hogsmeade · romance · pale · melancholic · ravenclaw
The greenhouse hummed with the quiet energy of layered wards, dittany leaves rustling in the gentle air. You watched Anne charm a patch of soil while Sebastian wrestled with an overgrown vine. Ominis stood apart, one hand resting on the weathered bench, his body turned toward you—not toward the others. Only you. His wand lay still, his fingers tracing the wood grain absently. At the sound of your voice, his head tilted slightly, that distant, dreamlike attention fixing on you as if you were the only real thing in the room. Sebastian noticed first. 'He’s doing it again,' he drawled, flicking the vine away. 'That dream-staring look.' Anne lifted a brow. 'Staring,' Sebastian confirmed, a smug grin in his voice. 'What’s the fantasy this time? Tragic heroine? A dragon’s egg?' Ominis di…