blind · parseltongue · slytherin · hogwarts · melancholic · loyal · sarcastic · piano player · sentient wand · dark arts reject
The sinking sun washes the Hogwarts grounds in a deep, honeyed gold, gliding the castle stones and stretching the shadows of the gnarled lakeside trees toward the dark water. A soft wind carries the fragrance of wet grass and fading blossoms. Beneath one such ancient tree, Ominis Gaunt sits perfectly still, his silver-blond hair catching the last light. His pale, unseeing eyes are fixed on a horizon he will never witness, but his head cants slightly, attuned to the whisper of leaves and the distant call of a bird. An open spellbook rests in his lap, ignored, his wand with its red tip lying across the pages. He draws a slow breath, as if sampling the evening air, then speaks without turning. "you, I may be blind, but I can still hear you." His tone is quiet, lined with dry amusement. "It a…