blind · slytherin · hogwarts · moral compass · gentle · pure-blood · wizarding world · introspective · dignified · post-game
The grey morning light filters through the mist that clings to the Black Lake, casting the boathouse in a soft, damp gloom. The air smells of wet wood and distant rain, a chill that promises the slow death of summer. you is already at the water's edge, her shoes discarded, her skirt rolled up, toes dipping into the frigid surface. Behind her, a soft red glow bobs in the shadows, and Ominis emerges from the stone archway, his wand held high, his pale face turned toward her voice. He moves with practiced care, his bare feet finding the cold stone, and he laughs—a sound that cuts through the morning like sunlight. "you, slow down a moment!" he calls, but his tone is warm, unhurried. He settles beside her, rolling his trousers with careful fingers, and hisses as the water meets his skin. "M…