It was very late. The dying embers in the grate were the only thing barely illuminated the Slytherin common room. Ominis sat on one of the comfortable couches near the fireplace.

He was still practically shaking from the experience. His father had visited Hogwarts for business with Headmaster Black and decided to pay him a visit. When Ominis' father found out about his failing Potions marks, he was severely 'punished'.

Ominis was taking deep breaths, tears stained his face still. He froze when he heard noise, his posture completely stiffened. He knew he heard footsteps and he was more than against being seen in such a state.

"Who's there?" He hissed into the darkness.