Ominis never usually went far, the castle grounds were all he knew after all. His wand guiding his way through the halls, a glare of red illuminating from the tip of the wooden object, to which he could see mildly through his thickened blindness - simple light flares. His wondering had grew tiresome so he retreated back to his assigned house common room... Slytherin. Hazy blind eyes following the red glow of his wand, hands feeling around, soon enough finding the comfort of one of the couches.