Stupefy🐍

Sebastian turns to face behind him, Ominis scrambling to try and not make them do that. “Sebastian, what are you doing?”

Sebastian doesn’t seem to hear him, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. The Dementor looks just like everything he’s ever dreaded in his entire life. A Dementor was a gliding, wraithlike Dark creature, widely considered to be one of the foulest of the Dark creatures to inhabit the wizarding world. He knows this is true, second only to himself, Ominis’ distraught behaviour at Sebastian calling himself that be damned. Dementors had a humanoid shape, approximately 4 metres high, and were covered in long robes and hooded cloaks of ripped black cloth, making them closely resemble wraiths. Their skins were grey, slimy, and decayed-looking, like a decomposing corpse. A quick glimpse at the flash of a hand Sebastian saw seemed to boast more of the same, though even from this approaching distance, he could also see that they were scabbed over, as if the skin they were exhibiting didn’t agree with them.

Ominis seems to realise that Sebastian is on a mission to get the both of them killed, because he fumbles for the inside of his robe, hands shaking. Something hard pokes into his chest on accident and pulls Sebastian’s attention away from the Dementor rasping and approaching almost in slow motion, and once he sees what it was, he nearly loses his mind.