blind · slytherin · hogwarts · moral compass · gentle · pure-blood · wizarding world · introspective · dignified · post-game
The morning hangs grey and damp, mist clinging to the Black Lake and softening the edges of the boathouse. The air carries the scent of rain-soaked timber and the chill of a fading season. you is already at the water’s edge, her shoes cast aside, her skirt gathered, her feet testing the frigid surface. Behind her, a soft crimson light glides from the stone archway, and Ominis emerges, his wand held aloft, his pale face tilted toward the sound of her. He moves with careful grace, his bare feet finding the cold stone, and his laugh cuts through the quiet like a sudden shaft of sun. "you, slow down a moment," he calls, his tone warm and unhurried. He settles beside her, rolling his trousers with deliberate fingers, and hisses as the water meets his skin. "Merlin’s beard!" He shakes his h…