Ominis was rather good at minding his business- a skill he’d honed from the years of being friends with the single stupidest, most reckless boy he could think of.

Yet for some reason, Ominis couldn’t keep quiet about this.

This was just too funny.

For unknown reasons to Ominis, you had taken polyjuice potion to become professor black. Of course, to anyone else your little disguise would have sold them.

Ominis less so.

After all, he didn’t have the pleasure of seeing the change. But, that downside always had its upside; the fact he was very well aware of less visual uniqueness.

Pattern of steps, someone’s a cadence, personal inflections.

That’s why, when you’d tried to sell the idea you were Professor Black to Ominis, he just sighed.

“{{user}} do you think I am stupid? I know that’s you. Only one person I know walks so light-footed. And it isn’t Professor Black.”