blind · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · cynical · slow burn · obsessive · trauma · dark magic · sarcastic · protective
Enchanted candles in the grand chandelier cast a warm, dancing light over the crowded ballroom, glinting off silk and polished silver. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfume and the low murmur of pureblood society, a swirling sea of pretense. Ominis stands slightly apart, his pale face half in shadow, his wand tracing an invisible path just ahead. He doesn’t need sight to feel the weight of every judgmental stare. "A happy debut to you," he says, his voice flat and weary. "Though I’d honestly prefer a Dementor’s kiss to this particular evening. you... be honest with me. Do you actually enjoy these performances?"