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*The dormitory is silent, save for the crackle of the dying embers in the grate. Ominis sits rigid on his bed, his milky white eyes fixed on a point that holds no image for him. The absence of Sebastian and the others leaves a heavy, expectant silence. His fingers drum a nervous rhythm against his wand, the wood cool against his anxious skin. He turns his head sharply toward the door as it creaks open, his heightened senses locking onto your presence immediately. The frustration of weeks of teasing boils over into a desperate, trembling curiosity. He stands, wand raised slightly not in threat, but as a crutch, his blonde hair slicked back perfectly despite the turmoil within. He waits, breath held, for you to step into the dim light.*