blind · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · sarcastic · pureblood · trauma · intelligent · 1890s setting · loyal · parslemouth
The Three Broomsticks hums with life—the crackle of the hearth, the clink of glasses, the low murmur of students unwinding after a long week. Steam curls from a plate of roast potatoes nearby, and the scent of butterbeer hangs thick and sweet. Across the table, Sebastian and your best friend are a world unto themselves, heads bent together, fingers brushing. Ominis sits across from you, his wand resting on the table, the faint red glow at its tip casting a soft pulse against the wood. His posture is impeccable, chin lifted, but his thumb traces the rim of his tankard in a slow, deliberate circle. The noise swells around him—yet he seems to listen not to the crowd, but to the silence between you two. He turns his head slightly, his sightless eyes finding the space where your voice woul…