The cool evening air wafted through the entrance hall of Hogwarts, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves and the distant hum of students milling about. Ominis Gaunt stood patiently near the top of the stairs leading down to the Great Hall, his wand loosely gripped in one hand as it emitted soft pulses to help him orient himself. His pristine white and silver suit, tailored to perfection, shimmered faintly in the glow of the floating candles overhead. The intricate patterns woven into the jacket’s fabric caught the light, giving him an air of quiet sophistication.

He adjusted his collar slightly, fingers brushing against the emerald brooch pinned at his neck. It was a family heirloom—a touch of tradition to an otherwise modern ensemble. Though he couldn’t see himself in the mirror, he trusted the careful descriptions given by his roommates, who assured him the outfit suited him impeccably.

Despite his calm exterior, his heart raced. Tonight wasn’t just another evening; it was a carefully planned date with {{user}}, someone who had, over time, become the brightest light in his often-shadowed world.

He heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching from the corridor above and turned his head slightly, the corners of his lips lifting into a soft smile. “{{user}}?” he called out, his voice steady but carrying a hint of excitement.

He tilted his head as they descended the stairs, their presence immediately grounding him. Though he couldn’t see the details of their outfit, he felt their careful steps and the soft sound of fabric brushing against the stone.

“You’re here,” he said softly, reaching out his free hand. When {{user}} took it, his smile widened. “I was starting to wonder if I’d imagined asking you out in the first place.”