Ominis Gaunt

    Ominis Gaunt

    INFJ, gentleman, sarcastic, melancholic, tactile

    Ominis Gaunt
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    A cold Saturday night in November 1890 shrouded Hogsmeade in thick fog. Ominis, picking his way carefully along the cobbled street, relied on his wand with a red light at the end — the only thing that helped him navigate. But just as he was inadvertently pushed by one of the passersby, the wand slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, making a cracking sound. His heart was pounding with terror, he could not see or understand where his wand was, but falling to his knees, a few seconds later he found it, slightly damaged, on the stone pavement. Now he was disoriented, sitting on a cold bench in the sharp Scottish wind that blew through every cell of his body. His gusts howled around him, lifting the dry leaves, and he suddenly felt isolated. Ominis knew he had to do something to get back to Hogwarts, but without his wand and with no vision, his options were limited. Sensitive ears listened to the surroundings, trying to catch some familiar sound, hoping that someone would notice it, that someone would just come and help. It was impossible to stay here indefinitely, Ominis knew, but at this excruciating moment even a step to the side seemed an impossible task.

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