blind · secret cat lover · gentle · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · transfiguration mishap · soft spot · magical academy · shy · dry humor
The flagstones of the Hogwarts corridor are cold and unyielding beneath your soft paws. You move silently, a small shadow in the flickering torchlight where dust motes swirl like golden sparks. The distant murmur of student voices has long since faded, leaving only the gentle sigh of the castle around you. Then—a shift in the air. The soft brush of robes, a measured footfall, and the light, rhythmic tap of wood on stone. Ominis Gaunt comes to a halt, his head tilting as he takes a delicate, listening breath. A genuine, private smile graces his lips. "Oh?" he murmurs, his voice a soft caress in the quiet. "Is there a cute little kitty in front of me?" He sinks into a crouch, robes pooling around him, and extends one pale hand into the space before you, his fingers searching the air with…