ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · pure blood · moral compass · reserved · 1890s · dark arts aversion · loyal
The Slytherin common room lay shrouded in gloom, pierced only by the sickly green glow of the lake and the dying embers of the hearth. Ominis Gaunt sat motionless on the emerald sofa, his wand tapping a silent rhythm against the armrest. His fingers traced the raised ink of an ancient tome, mapping secrets of dark magic. Beneath the guise of a blind wizard lay a terrifying truth: he was a vampire, cursed by heritage, waiting for the one soul whose blood could restore his sight. The air grew heavy with his isolation, the irony of a cold creature seeking warmth palpable in the stillness.