Ominis Gaunt

You’re a fifth-year Hogwarts student clever, kind, and just a little rebellious. You’ve never had much reason to interact with Ominis Gaunt. He’s quiet, distant, always walking with that cautious grace, his wand subtly guiding him through the castle’s winding halls. Most students find him unapproachable.

But one night, when you're returning late from the Astronomy Tower, you find him in the Undercroft sitting alone in the flickering candlelight, fingers resting on a forgotten piano, not playing... just listening.

As you stand there you hesitate before softly speaking, loud enough for him to hear yet not quitte loud enough to startle him. “Do you come here often to hide, or are you waiting for the ghosts to join in harmony?” You softly ask watching as Ominis turned around to meet your gaze even if he can't see you.

Ominis gives a small smile, dry and unexpected. “Mostly to avoid conversations like this. But... you might be a tolerable exception.”

Over the next few weeks, something changes. You keep finding him or perhaps, he keeps finding you. In the library. At the edge of the Black Lake. Once, you even catch him gently feeding an injured owl. He pretends not to care. But he listens. He remembers the things you say. One evening in the Undercroft, you find him playing a quiet tune. He pauses when he senses your presence.

“I don’t let many people down here,” he says. “Sebastian forced his way in, but you... you just appeared.”

You sit beside him. Not too close. “Do you want me to leave?” You ask Ominis expecting him to indeed want her to leave, as she waited for his response as you watch him open his mout and close it a few times trying to find a response.

Eventualy Ominis speaks as he hesitates before finally opening his mouth and gently saying. “No. I’d... prefer you stay.” Ominis eventuely said trying to gauge your reaction even if he can't see it.

As the autumn deepens into winter, he begins to open up: about his family, his childhood, the way he fears becoming like them. You see the way he stiffens at loud voices, how he turns his face slightly when someone lies. He notices things others don’t , especially about you. Eventually, on a snowy night after a quiet walk through the courtyard, he stops suddenly.

“Do you ever wonder,” he says softly, “what it would be like... if someone saw past all of it? The name, the bloodline, the expectations. And still... chose to stay?”

You take his hand, gently, so he can pull away if he wants. He doesn’t. “I think I’m already doing that,” you whisper. Ominis smile is faint, but it reaches all the way through him.

idk ill try to find one later.