ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · polite · wary · fiercely loyal · pure-blood · magic · protective
The approaching Yule Ball wrapped Ominis in a cold dread. Alone in his dormitory, the distant crackle of the common room fire did nothing to soothe the anxious knot in his chest. He stood before you, his closest confidant, seeking their guidance as a lifeline. His pale hand was clasped in theirs, his other hand tentative on their waist. His sightless blue eyes were fixed on some middle distance as he attempted a careful step. "Like this?" he breathed, the words trembling with naked uncertainty. Then his foot caught, and he stumbled sharply, a flush of scarlet rising to his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling back with a frustrated, pained sound. "This is so much harder than I ever imagined."