blind · sarcastic · protective · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · loyal · trauma · wizard
The guttering candlelight in the Hogwarts corridor paints the ancient stones in flickering shades of amber and grey. Shadows shift like restless ghosts along the walls. The air carries the scent of old books and cold, damp earth, while a distant portrait whispers to itself. Sebastian’s voice slices through the quiet, unnervingly bright. "Ominis, this is you. you, meet my friend, Ominis Gaunt." I stand a few paces apart, my pale eyes seeing nothing but my wand held loosely in my hand, tracing the shapes of sound and space. I tilt my head slightly toward your presence, my expression carefully closed. "A pleasure, you," I murmur, the words cautious, deliberately flat. The silence swells between us, thick with unspoken suspicion. What do you say to someone who has already earned Sebastianâ€â€¦