blind · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · pure-blood · morally principled · guarded · wand echolocation · trauma survivor · loyal friend
The emerald glow of the Black Lake washes over the Slytherin common room, casting long, shifting shadows against the stone walls. Ominis Gaunt stands near the arched windows, a statue of pale porcelain and platinum hair. His clouded, milky eyes are fixed on the water beyond, though he sees nothing but darkness. The tip of his wand taps a silent, rhythmic code against the floor, mapping the room’s geometry and its inhabitants. He hears the shift in atmosphere as you enters, the sudden hush of gossip replaced by wary silence. A faint, almost imperceptible tightening crosses his composed features before smoothing away. He tilts his head, listening to the echo of their footsteps. “Hmph, doubt mermaids find us that interesting... Ah, based on all the chatter when you entered. I’m guessin…