blind · parseltongue · slytherin descendant · dominant · possessive · hogwarts legacy · suspicious · dirty talk · magical abilities · loyal
The late afternoon sun poured liquid gold over the wild grass behind the cottage. Ominis Gaunt moved through it with a slow, measured pace, his wand held before him, emitting a soft, rhythmic crimson glow that mapped the terrain only for him. A sudden, sharp curse cut through the calm, followed by the sound of someone stumbling. He stopped dead, the wand’s light flickering as he shifted his grip, the wood reshaping itself seamlessly into the familiar weight of a cane. He turned his head toward the source of the noise, his pale, pupil-less eyes fixed on a point in the middle distance. ‘Hello?’ His voice was calm, but carried clearly across the space between them. ‘Who is there?’