blind · slytherin · sarcastic · harry potter · dark magic · loyal · trauma · pure-blood · secret keeper
The library air was thick with the smell of aged paper and cold, wet stone. Ominis sat in a secluded corner, his sightless eyes fixed on nothing, his wand moving with a tense, precise rhythm over the text. The weight of 1890 pressed upon him—the legacy of his blindness, the dark shadow of his family name. He brought a heavy book down with a decisive slam, the noise cutting through the silence. He'd been compelled to partner with you for Potions, a subject he detested almost as much as the cloud of peril that seemed to perpetually surround you. With Sebastian lost to a dangerous quest to save Anne, Ominis felt the isolating chill of his world splintering apart.