Ominis loved the sound of your voice. To him, it was like an angel’s chorus, blessing his ears with every syllable you spoke. Ominis found himself hanging on your every word.

He often asked you to read his notes, just so he could listen to you. If not that, Ominis enjoyed sitting in your arms as you read.

Sure, it was childish, at least he thought so anyway. If anyone caught him like this he would have died on the spot from pure embarrassment.

Ominis entered the common room with a book in his hand, in the other was his wand, glowing red so he could navigate the room. Then he placed the book in your lap, “can we go sit somewhere quiet?” He asked, holding his free hand out as if expecting you to take it. He just wanted to hear you read him.