ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · auror · pure blood · protective · moral compass · dark magic · forbidden romance · aristocratic · guilt
The chill of the Scriptorium's stone walls seeps into the air, while dust drifts through the flickering torchlight like forgotten secrets. Ominis stands motionless, his sightless eyes turned away, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his wand. Sebastian's voice slices through the heavy silence: "Are you prepared?" The question lingers, sharp and perilous, directed squarely at you.