Green is the Color || Ominis x OC || Hogwarts Legacy

Of a Simple Stone

A week later, they held another private funeral for Solomon Sallow, a ceremony that went with the new headstone Ominis commissioned for his grave. On a cold December morning, he and Allegra took a broom to Feldcroft to attend.

He waited for her just outside of Gryffindor Tower. On any other day, the teasing whoops and jeers from the Gryffindors would have made Ominis' cheeks burn. Today, though, all he could really feel was numbness. He was grateful when a voice he recognized as Natsai Onai's told her housemates to be quiet.

Soft footsteps padded closer. Allegra's familiar presence stepped into his own. She smelled like apples, hot tea, and her usual scent of clementines.

"Hello, Allegra," Ominis greeted tiredly.

Wordlessly, she slipped her arm into his and led him away from the halls of Hogwarts.

Allegra helped him onto her broom once they were outside. As he sat side-saddle in the backseat. Ominis, just a little bit impressed, noted the quality feel of the wood under his fingers. Where did she find the Galleons for such a ride?

"Do you like to fly?" Ominis asked.

"Would you believe I only learned this year?" Allegra said, the broom buckling as she sat.

"Yes," Ominis said slowly, "And I also believe that doesn't bode well for me."

"Don't worry, Ominis, I wouldn't drop you," she said as they took off, slowly gaining height. "But I suppose you'll just have to hold on tight, won't you?"

Merlin, where had she learnt to do that with her voice? She'd dropped it low and husky, in a move that was entirely too tempting for her own good.

Ominis disguised his surprise in a snicker. Alright, so she'd laid the cards out. They were no longer awkwardly hovering around the table, shy and unsure of how to speak of things. Ominis leaned forward until his forehead was tucked into her chin and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I suppose I should," he said lowly, lips hovering just a few inches away from her ear. He took a secret delight in the way Allegra shivered in response.

It amazed him how he'd managed to pull that off.

Even with the biting cold of December, it felt nice to fly. He felt lighter up here with his arms wrapped securely around Allegra, smelling pine and magic in the wind. Many assumed Ominis would despise it. Without sight, not being able to feel the ground beneath him or determine how high up it was should have been horrifying. But like most, flying helped him feel...free.

And, well. She was letting him hold her, and maybe even pressing against him a little bit, and he really shouldn't be thinking such improper thoughts on the way to a bloody funeral.

"I didn't really know him," Allegra said suddenly, "Mister Sallow. He didn't really give me a chance when we met."

Ominis huffed. "He wasn't the nicest man, but he didn't use to be so unkind. What happened to Anne changed them all."

Almost unbidden, Ominis' mind brought up a memory of his first Christmas in Feldcroft.

He was eleven. Christmas was approaching and everyone else in Slytherin was excited about going home for the holidays. Ominis couldn't stomach the thought of spending the next few weeks with his family. Just before his first year, he was taught a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. How was he supposed to forgive them—forgive himself—for the things they'd done?

His unhappiness was enough of a reason. Without hesitation, Anne and Sebastian had practically kidnapped him and let him spend Christmas in their home. And although eleven-year-old Ominis was used to a pile of useless presents and grand Holiday Dinners, the cozy days he spent in Feldcroft were the closest he ever got to a real family holiday.