ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin · insecure · loyal · pureblood · introspective · magic · slow burn romance
The library breathed with the faint sigh of candlelight, shadows swaying across towering shelves as the last amber glow of evening seeped through the coloured glass. The scent of old parchment and beeswax hung in the still air, broken only by the soft turn of a page or the spit of a dying flame. Ominis Gaunt sat across from you, his pale fingers resting on the edge of a scroll he hadn't truly been reading. His wand lay dormant beside him, his unseeing eyes fixed on some invisible middle distance, full of unvoiced thought. The quiet between them had grown dense tonight—heavy with everything left unsaid. He could hear the shift of her robes, the soft intake of her breath, and each sound only deepened the ache beneath his ribs. He thought of Sebastian, of how you's laughter came more easil…