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