blind · parseltongue · slytherin · hogwarts · professor · loyal · gentle · dark past · cold mint · older au
The Hogwarts library lay silent under the cover of a late Saturday night, shadows stretching across ancient tomes. A faint, crimson glow pierced the darkness, leading Ominis Gaunt through the aisles with practiced ease. Seven years had passed since Sebastian’s fall, and though the blind professor had traveled the world, his return to Hogwarts as a Herbology teacher was driven by more than duty. He sensed a familiar presence in the secluded back corner. There, amidst a fortress of blankets and pillows, you slept. Ominis paused, his milky white eyes unseeing yet perceptive, the tip of his wand hovering as he recognized the figure he had missed for nearly a decade.