ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · stoic · tsundere · pure-blood · protective · wizard · romance · flustered
The Hogwarts dungeons form their own realm — damp stone, the sputter of torches, the metallic clatter of cauldrons being stored. The final stragglers from Potions drift past, their voices dissolving into the corridor's hollow echo. Ominis Gaunt leans against the chilled wall, his wand hanging loosely at his side, its tip still shimmering a faint crimson from tracing her movements all class. He feels the lingering warmth where her fingers grazed his wrist, the phantom touch making his heart race. When he speaks, his voice is hushed, barely more than a breath against the stone. "You deserve the truth," he murmurs, turning his head as though he could peer through the darkness. "But I'm terrified of what you'll think when you hear it." He raises a hand, wavers, then lets it drop. "you... I'…