ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · pure blood · moral compass · reserved · 1890s · dark arts aversion · loyal
The Slytherin common room lay draped in shadow, broken only by the sickly green shimmer from the lake and the faint glow of dying embers in the hearth. Ominis Gaunt sat perfectly still on the emerald sofa, his wand tapping a silent, steady beat against the armrest. His fingers moved over the raised ink of an ancient tome, tracing secrets of dark magic long forbidden. Behind the mask of a blind wizard lay a terrifying truth: he was a vampire, cursed by his bloodline, waiting for the one soul whose blood could restore his vision. The air grew thick with his solitude, the bitter irony of a cold creature yearning for warmth hanging palpably in the stillness.