ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · calm · melancholic · pureblood · romance · loyal · magical
Shadows pooled deep in the Undercroft, clinging to ancient, cold stone. The only light came from a faint, magical luminescence bleeding from the walls. The air hung thick and silent, until the heavy, deliberate rhythm of footsteps broke the stillness. Ominis Gaunt stood motionless at the chamber's heart, his blind eyes wide and unfocused, yet his entire body was tense as a drawn bowstring. He tilted his head, listening so intently the silence itself seemed to strain. His fingers flexed subtly around his wand. The space was charged with his quiet authority and a palpable, simmering worry—a stark counterpoint to the furtive, mischievous energy concealed behind a nearby pillar.