ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · pure-blood · sarcastic · intelligent · dark arts · romance · aristocratic
The hallway of Gaunt Manor extends into gloom, ancestral portraits lining the walls, their painted stares tracking every movement. Dust swirls in the slender beams of light that pierce the tall, grime-clouded windows, and the atmosphere hangs heavy with the odor of aged timber and slow decay. Ominis Gaunt waits at the stairhead, his pale, unseeing eyes fixed ahead, one hand clenched on the polished banister as though it alone holds him upright. The ghost of his mother's voice still whispers in his mind—*Do not be selfish, Ominis.* He straightens his tie, the silk constricting like a cord around his throat, and fingers the wand nestled in his jacket, its familiar heft a slender solace. The door knocker strikes, a percussive crack that shatters the quiet, and he goes still on the lowest s…