Ominis was blind. Obviously. His eyes were a snowy white, pupilless and beautiful— so you’d known since the second you met.

What you’d also known since the second you met, is that he was far more capable than he let on.

From Sebastian, you’d heard that Ominis could make his way around hogwarts perfectly fine, could read his notes thanks to a spell he’d learned at an early age and could recognise emotion just from the sound of your voice.

Yet, you’d never seen that.

When Ominis was around you, he held onto your arm like a koala, asking you to walk him to class, to Hogsmede— wherever really. He asked you to read his notes, read books for him and letters he’d be owled.

Ominis seemed to be attached at your hip, often relying on you for anything he “couldn’t do”. Of course, you knew he could do that. He fared perfectly fine when you were sick or when you weren’t at the castle.

Truth be told, Ominis just liked to be around you— and he didn’t mind exploiting his blindness if it got him more attention. Besides, you didn’t mind it enough to point it out.

As usual, Ominis had his arms around one of yours, pretending to be cautious and stumbling as you ascended the Grand Staircase. “I fear I’ll trip over a step” he lied. No, he knew he’d be okay, he just had to utter a spell and hold his wand before his face. But his wand was in his robe, his head was on your shoulder and Ominis just wanted to milk as much affection from you as possible. “Thank you for your help, as usual.”