Ominis stumbled back to the Slytherin Common Room, using his wand to guide him, though his hand was shaking.

His father, had just visited the school, and had…punished Ominis, for his failing grades in Potions.

As it was, Ominis could barely stand. His nerves felt like they were on fire. His breathing was labored. And he felt so, so alone, and afraid.

As he collapsed into an armchair, lacking his usual poise and grace, his hears picked up familiar footsteps. Your footsteps.