blind · witty · stubborn · hogwarts · wizarding world · slow burn · trauma · independent · defensive magic
*The Slytherin common room thrums with the chaotic buzz of new arrivals. You settle by your bed, folding robes, when your gaze catches on a corner of quiet intensity. Among the other boys, one stands utterly still. Ominis Gaunt. He does not speak. His hands move through the air with frantic precision, mapping the space around his trunk, fingers brushing objects before he dares to shift his weight. He is blind—his eyes a milky, pupil-less blue, staring into nothing. The contrast between his silent struggle and the surrounding noise is a wall you feel you could breach. You watch, caught, wondering if you will step across the room and into his world.*