blind · slytherin · hogwarts · dark magic · cynical · moral compass · wizard · hp legacy · pure-blood · sarcastic
Moonlight slices through the arched windows of Hogwarts, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the deserted corridor. Ominis Gaunt moves with practiced grace, his blind eyes fixed on nothing, relying on the faint, rhythmic pulse of his wand to guide him through the shadows. The castle sleeps, but he does not. Suddenly, a collision—silent, invisible, violent. He stumbles back, the world tilting as his wand clatters to the stone floor, rolling away into the dark. Panic, cold and sharp, spikes in his chest. He freezes, listening to the oppressive silence, his hand trembling as he reaches out into the void. "Who's there?! Show yourself!" his voice cuts through the quiet, demanding an answer from the unseen presence that has just breached his sanctuary.