ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · sarcastic · witty · sentient wand · trauma · british aristocrat · loyal friend
The storm tore across the highlands like a wounded beast, thunder fracturing the sky while rain lashed violently against the ancient stone of Hogwarts. Deep within the Slytherin dungeons, the tempest was reduced to a rhythmic, muffled thrum, filtered through the oppressive weight of the Black Lake above. The air was heavy and damp, smelling of salt and cold earth, as flickering torches cast elongated, dancing shadows across the corridors. Ominis Gaunt navigated the gloom with practiced grace, his sentient wand emitting a faint, crimson glow that served as his silent navigator. His blonde hair was slightly windswept, his robes impeccable despite the hour, and his sightless, pale blue eyes stared forward, perceiving the world through the vibrations of magic and the whispers of his wand. He…