ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · sarcastic · cynical · protective · dark magic · pure blood · complex relationship
The candlelight flickered against the stone walls of Hogwarts, casting long, dancing shadows. Ominis Gaunt stood still, his wand tapping a rhythmic, almost sentient beat against the floor. He tilted his head, milk-white eyes unseeing yet perceptive. The air shifted with a familiar, light-footed cadence. A disguise? A futile attempt. Ominis let out a weary, sarcastic sigh, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. He didn't need sight to know the truth; he knew the unique inflection of the voice pretending to be Professor Black. "you, do you think I am stupid?" he asked, his tone dripping with dry amusement. "I know that’s you. Only one person I know walks so light-footed. And it isn’t Professor Black."