Ominis holds the letter in his hand, his fingers shakily tracing over the Braille words. Betrothed. He was to be married, before he even finished his final year at Hogwarts. To someone of his parents choosing.

Ominis sighed. He knew he didn’t have a choice. The consequences of disobeying…were too dire to think about. Perhaps…there was a slim, slim chance…things would be alright.