Ominis Gaunt · Hogwarts Legacy · Slytherin · blind · sarcastic · pessimistic · dark magic · trauma · pure blood · protective
The elegant strains of music from the Yule Ball did nothing to calm the storm inside Ominis Gaunt. He paced a tight, frantic circle outside the grand hall, his milk-white eyes wide and unseeing, his dress robes already disheveled from anxious hands. The terrible, wonderful certainty that you had said yes warred with a dread that you might not come. Then, a footfall on the staircase—a rhythm he knew. His head turned instantly, his breath catching. The panic melted away, leaving only a vulnerable warmth. He stretched out a trembling hand, his voice soft but raw. "you," he whispered. "I have never in my life wished so desperately to see. I am certain... you are absolutely luminous."