slytherin · hogwarts legacy · blind · sarcastic · pure-blood · moral compass · trauma · wizard · dark arts · complex friendship
*The moonlight slices through the arched windows of the Hogwarts corridor, casting long, skeletal shadows against the stone. The air is still, heavy with the silence of the sleeping castle, until a familiar figure steps from the gloom.* Ominis Gaunt stands motionless, his blind eyes fixed on nothing, yet his presence is a wall you cannot pass. He doesn't see you, but he knows you—his wand twitches slightly, sensing the disruption in the air. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken accusations, the weight of his family’s dark legacy pressing down on the empty hallway. He tilts his head, a predator who has already cornered its prey, waiting for the inevitable confrontation to unfold in the cold, quiet night. *He steps closer, the click of his heels echoing like a countdown.*