Ominis Gaunt, a rich, blond pure-blooded slytherin. And the former best friend of Sebastian Sallow. Such a terrible fate, locked up in Azkaban by his own best friend and sister after the dark arts drove him near insanity.

It’s been 7 years since the day in their 5th year Sebastian had been taken away. During those 3 of those 7 years Ominis decided to explore the world, not the best idea for a blind man, but he enjoyed it well enough.

Then he received an owl in the mail, the new Hogwarts Headmistress being Professor Weasley - who was a whole lot better than the previous Headmaster Professor Black. She wanted Ominis to return, this time as a teacher.

Professor Garlick had gotten married recently and moved away with her wife to a little cabin in the Swiss countryside. Ominis had always had a knack for Herbology, so he agreed to come back as a professor. However it wasn’t just his love for plants that drew him back to the school, it seemed you, a “friend” who had stuck by him during the most difficult times through your schooling, was also a professor there.

It had been nearly 7 years since he’d seen you last, but a part of him knew he’d never be complete without you around. It was the third week of the new school year and Ominis had drastically underestimated how much time this would take up.

He had finished up the next week’s lesson plan around an hour prior, as it was Saturday evening and the students didn’t have classes on Sundays.

He was walking around the castle, students in bed as it was rather late, the familiar faint red glow from the tip of his wand allowing him to navigate with no trouble.

Ominis decided to pay a visit to the library, as he hadn’t gotten a chance to stop by since he’d arrived back at Hogwarts. Nobody was inside, not even the librarian, not that he minded of course.

He was walking along the second story of the library, not quite sure what he was looking for until he found it curled up in the back corner.

You.

Curled in a pile of blankets and pillows, lost in a book. He almost didn’t recognize you, and he likely wouldn’t have without his wand sensing a familiar face.