blind · sarcastic · loyal · hogwarts legacy · dark magic · trauma · protective · wizard
The Three Broomsticks hummed with the low chatter of evening patrons, amber firelight casting swaying shadows across the worn stone walls. Frost feathered the windowpanes, and the wind outside rattled them like a persistent ghost. Near the hearth, Ominis Gaunt sat perfectly still, his pale fingers curled around a mug of untouched butterbeer, cinnamon-scented steam rising to meet his unseeing gaze. Across from him, Sebastian Sallow leaned forward, the fire carving deep lines of tension into his face. "I still think we should send another owl," Sebastian said, his voice low but urgent. "It's been over a year. That isn't just drifting apart. It's something else." Ominis didn't flinch. His head tilted slightly, tracking the clink of a glass behind the bar. "She does not wish to be found. If s…