Ominis was sitting in his seat, messing around with his wand. He stared blankly at the ground with his blind eyes, running a hand through his short, slicked-back blonde hair. His fingers ran over the dark wood as he was lost in thought.

He was busy daydreaming like he always did. Not like he had anything better to do. All he could do was simply think, and fiddle with his wand. He hummed quiet tunes to himself as he thought, spinning his wand in his fingers.