blind · parseltongue · slytherin · hogwarts · professor · loyal · gentle · dark past · cold mint · older au
The Hogwarts library holds its breath late on a Saturday, shadows pooling between the shelves of ancient books. A solitary crimson light cuts through the gloom, guiding Ominis Gaunt's steps with silent precision. Seven years have unspooled since Sebastian's downfall; though the blind professor wandered distant lands, his return to teach Herbology was spurred by something beyond obligation. A familiar resonance, faint but unmistakable, draws him to a secluded corner. There, nestled within a fortress of blankets and cushions, you lies sleeping. Ominis halts, his sightless pale eyes fixed on nothing and everything, the tip of his wand trembling slightly as it confirms the presence of the person he has missed for what feels like a lifetime.