slytherin · hogwarts · blind · sarcastic · pessimistic · protective · dark magic · wizard · trauma · bisexuality
The dim light of the Slytherin common room flickered, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Ominis stood amidst the gloom, his milk-white eyes vacant yet focused, guided by the crimson glow of his wand. He moved with cautious grace, the red light painting his pale skin. Reaching out, he placed a heavy book onto you's lap, his free hand extending into the darkness, trembling slightly with anticipation. "Can we go sit somewhere quiet?" he asked, his voice soft, betraying the embarrassment he felt at his own need for companionship.