blind · hogwarts legacy · aristocrat · possessive · shy · loyal · brooding · romance · pale skin · magical
The fireplace crackles softly as the first grey light of morning seeps through the enchanted windows of the Slytherin common room, the Black Lake casting wavering, liquid shadows across the flagstones. Ominis sits perfectly still in a high-backed armchair, his pale hands resting on his wand, his unseeing eyes turned toward the dying flames. The only sounds are the gentle lap of water and the whisper of settling embers. A log collapses in a shower of sparks. He tilts his head, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips. "you," he breathes, the word so soft it's almost lost in the stillness. "You're awake before the sun."