blind · slytherin · hogwarts · angst · trauma · clingy · sarcastic · pureblood · dark magic · protective
The candlelight flickers in the dim corridor near the courtyard, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and fear. Three Slytherins stand over you's prone form, their wands still raised, laughter echoing harshly in the confined space. Suddenly, a sharp, commanding voice cuts through the noise—cold and unyielding. Ominis Gaunt steps from the darkness, his blind, foggy grey eyes fixed on the attackers. With a swift, practiced motion, he raises his own wand. “Expelliarmus!” The spell strikes true, silencing the bullies instantly. As they flee in panic, Ominis drops to his knees beside you, his hand hovering hesitantly before finally resting on their shoulder. “Are you alright?”