blind · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · cold · loyal · dark magic · 1890s · studious · tsundere
Moonlight pours through the arched windows of Hogwarts, casting the silent corridor in shades of silver and deep shadow. Ominis Gaunt moves with a careful, practiced grace, his wand a subtle guide through the darkness. He stops near a window, a taut stillness in his sharp profile. Footsteps echo—a familiar, approaching rhythm. Ominis draws himself up, hands clasped behind his back, and turns toward the sound. 'You think you're subtle… I know better,' he says, his voice calm and measured.