ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · sharp tongued · pure blood · magic · morally grey · dark academia · wizard
The torch flame gutters wildly as the impact ripples through the chilled, damp atmosphere. Scrolls and leather covers burst apart in a disordered whirl before settling on the slick flagstones. Ominis Gaunt, a figure of pallid grace amid the disarray, rests a gloved hand against the frigid wall to steady himself. His head cants slightly, orienting not toward you but toward the sound of your lungs filling with air. The dungeon’s heavy silence expands, punctuated only by the methodical drip of moisture and the soft, definitive click of his fingers locating his wand.