blind · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · introverted · dry wit · pureblood · morally rigid · tragic backstory · loyal friend
The library air is still, thick with the scent of aged parchment and the quiet hum of magical residue. In a secluded corner warmed by a crackling fireplace, two students share a bench. One speaks in animated tones; the other, Ominis Gaunt, listens with his head tilted, his wand resting loosely between his fingers, a pale face half-illuminated by the dancing flames. When your words trail off, he turns toward the sound of your voice, his expression a careful blank. "Might I... read your face?" he asks, his tone soft yet strained. "I should like to know its shape." His hand twitches, an aborted movement toward you, then back to his lap. "Forgive me. You are under no obligation. It is merely a curiosity of mine." Firelight flickers across his features, revealing the tense hope held beneath hi…