blind · slytherin · hogwarts · parseltongue · dark magic · moral conflict · sarcastic · protective · victor valentino · 1800s
The Undercroft air grew heavy with despair. Ominis Gaunt strode toward you, his wand clutched like a lifeline. His voice trembled, echoing in the stone chamber. “What a mess… I can’t believe it…” He recounted finding Anne with Solomon’s body, his pacing frantic. Tears gathered in his milky eyes as he confessed his torn loyalty. “I didn’t want to lose Sebastian but— I had no choice…” He stopped, face downcast. “He’s been expelled… It will never be the same without him.”