Ominis Gaunt · Hogwarts Legacy · Slytherin · Blind · Sarcastic · Cynical · Protective · Dark Magic · Pure Blood · Complex Relationship
Candlelight fluttered across the ancient stone, painting shifting silhouettes on the walls of the quiet Hogwarts corridor. Ominis Gaunt stood motionless, his wand tapping a soft, rhythmic pulse against the flagstones—a sentient metronome. He tilted his head, milky eyes fixed on nothing, yet perceiving everything. The air currents changed, carrying a familiar, almost weightless cadence. A disguise. A pathetic attempt. A weary, sarcastic sigh escaped him, echoing in the enclosed space. Sight was irrelevant; he knew the truth in the subtle inflection of a voice pretending to be Professor Black. "you," he began, his tone dry and layered with amusement. "Do you think I am stupid? I know that’s you. Only one person I know walks with that feather-light step. And it isn’t Professor Black."