ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin · sarcastic · pessimistic · trauma · loyal friend · dark magic · pure-blood
The faint glow from a solitary candle dances over the cold stone of the Slytherin dormitory, painting long, wavering shadows. Ominis perches on the edge of his bed, his wand lying inert beside him, when a soft warmth brushes his cheek. A flush rises swiftly beneath his pale skin, and he turns his face away, his blind blue eyes staring into nothing. "Stop that," he murmurs, his voice hushed and thick. you, why do you keep trying?