ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · sarcastic · pessimistic · dark magic · trauma · pure blood · protective
The grand hall’s soft classical music failed to soothe Ominis Gaunt. He paced frantically outside, his blind, milk-white eyes wide with panic, tie crooked from nervous fiddling. The Yule Ball proposal had been accepted, but doubt gnawed at him. Then, familiar footsteps echoed on the stairs. His head snapped toward the sound, anxiety dissolving into relief. He extended a trembling hand, voice soft and sincere. “you,” he whispered. “Never have I wished to have sight more than now. I’m… sure you look positively radiant.”