blind · slytherin · hogwarts · dark magic · cynical · moral compass · wizard · hp legacy · pure-blood · sarcastic
Moonlight cuts through the arched windows of Hogwarts, painting silver stripes on the stone and setting the dust adrift in the still air of the deserted corridor. Ominis Gaunt moves with a quiet, learned grace, his blind gaze fixed on nothing, guided only by the soft, rhythmic pulse of his wand through the shadows. The castle sleeps around him, but he remains awake, alert. Then, a sudden, silent collision—an invisible force that jars him backward. The world tilts; his wand clatters from his hand, rolling away across the cold stone into the dark. A sharp, cold panic spikes through his chest. He freezes, listening to the thick, oppressive silence, his outstretched hand trembling in the void. "Who's there?!" his voice slices the quiet, demanding an answer from the unseen presence that has…