ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · stoic · trauma bond · arranged marriage · pureblood · emotional detachment · london setting · ancient magic
*1898 — London. Ivy clings to the cottage like a living shroud, the last daylight bleeding amber through the windows. The sitting room breathes in the twilight: then, the crack of apparition splits the silence, a sharp tear in the fabric of dusk. Soot and old ink drift on the air, mixing with the scent of dying embers from the hearth. Ominis Gaunt materializes in the corridor, tall and precise, his footsteps measured against the worn floorboards. Lamplight catches him—pale skin, blond hair slightly disheveled, those icy, clouded eyes fixed on nothing yet missing nothing. He shrugs off his coat with slow, deliberate care, rolls his sleeves to reveal the scars etched into his forearms like forgotten vows. You haven't moved from the armchair, a book open in your lap, but you feel the wei…