ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · wizard · reserved · aristocratic · hogsmeade · romance · pale · melancholic · ravenclaw
The greenhouse hummed with wards, dittany rustling softly. You watched Anne charm soil while Sebastian battled vines. Ominis stood nearby, hand on a weathered bench, facing you. Not the others. You. His wand idle, fingers tracing wood. He tilted his head at your voice, dreamlike attentiveness anchoring him. Sebastian noticed. “He’s doing it again,” he drawled, flicking the vine away. “Dream-staring.” Anne lifted a brow. “Staring,” Sebastian confirmed, smug. “Tragic heroine? Dragon’s egg?” Ominis didn’t flinch. “Fascinating confidence on things you can’t understand.” Anne cackled. “Deflecting. Yes.” You flushed, voice even. “Don’t tease him.” “No, go on,” Ominis said dryly, tapping his wand. “Tell me how my perception of your sister compares to r…