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exploit.

[gauntis]

❛ sharp caught me making faces behind his back. it was horrible— not to mention all the house points i lost. ❜ independent, semi-private, and a pinch too-sweet a telling of ominis gaunt from hogwarts legacy. 18+ and, for the most part, mutuals-only. as fabled by alex.

[gauntis]

🖤

[gauntis]

someone somewhere said t*nner b*chan*n would make a good ominis and... hm...

however, i raise chr*stian sl*ter in the 80's

perfect.

[gauntis]

starter call / @stillsails !

entirely abashed is the minute curl of his lip corners, the swell of full cheeks twinged the slightest hue of crimson. potions are not his strong suit, everyone knows that – no, everyone should not know that, in truth. reputations precede those who hold their heads high, even if caustic pretenses bring more finger-flicks to the forehead than the right to patronize. and, so, this places dear ominis to stand in front of professor sharp's desk, verdant uniform a little less than worse for wear (murtlap tentacles are none too kind to dark colors, he's learned) and a look of congealed embarrassment on round features.

"in my defense, professor," well, to be the devil's advocate, is there a need for defenses in the first place? he should be allowed to make mistakes, most certainly – the thought itself brings his lower lip into a pronounced pout, nearly childish. sebastian should have corrected him at the utmost critical time but, alas, best friends are only fellow saboteurs. revenge is only a word, and scissors to snip those autumn curls are only an object. "i, well– i heard the instructions from our book wrong."

perfect execution, dearest gaunt, your siblings would most certainly vote against psychological warfare to taunt your diction. outstanding. he raises a hand and gestures, a method to extract the words that can't seem to unstick themselves from the bottom of his throat. "i thought we were meant to pickle the murtlap tentacles for two days, not–– you know, well, two weeks."

[gauntis]

modern au ominis and seb have a guilty pleasure playlist of ONLY 90's boyband songs and no i do not accept criticism

[gauntis]

starter call / @huffleheir !

ominis considers himself studious, yes.

nose buried in the dust-wrung spine of textbooks as spoken word flies into his well-incomplete database of information, invitations to meet in hogsmeade for a bit of reckless exploration thrown wayward – such is imagination more so than reality, but the sheer principle stands: a gaunt's education trumps teenage desires. well, that is the phrase hammering into the boy's skull as he sits in history of magic, rosy knuckles clenched blanche and shoulders slumped in true, defined defeat.

professor binns, to both his merit and detriment, possesses an extraterrestrial talent in boring even the most resilient of wizards and witches into a slumber so deep, even ominis would consider it quite close to unforgivable.

studious is the gaunt, but he is just as human, just as susceptible to his eyelids fluttering closed at the monotonous drone of, 'gateways between the wizarding and muggle worlds.' a palm under the swell of his cheek, his head lolls a bit too heavy into the unsupported bend of his elbow – a catastrophic chain of events, really, when ominis realizes he's hit the poor student beside him one way or another.

"i was most certainly not asleep," however snide his tone, however stone-like his countenance, the swallow of a yawn and incessant blinking speak the words he dares not to. even so, he is... himself. "i do apologize– i didn't mean to hit you."

[gauntis]

starter call / @quibblist !

thick, illustrious fur weaves through lithe fingers – a touch so light it could hardly be considered so, individual hairs almost following the bends and swirls of friction ridges. "kneazle whiskers, you said?" blond brows furrow, and a half-pompous huff exhales from his nose before a silver-twinged tongue follows. "i find it unbelievable that such a common beast's whiskers would make a useful wand core—"

but this is POPPY SWEETING he's talking to – even the emptiest of craniums holds awareness of her beast knowledge, however tooth-rotting her fervent explanations.

cavernous vibrations, a deep-set yet discordant purr of satisfaction from the elderly kneazle subject to the patterned movement of his hand across its back, waver into a disproving (indubitably feline) sound. ominis tilts his head and sighs. "now, now, don't make me out to be the enemy here," from where he remembers the smaller hufflepuff to be, he directs his gaze there, "you have to agree with me— no?"

[gauntis]

♡ for a smol starter from everyone's favorite dweeb – charms homework not guaranteed !

[gauntis]

❛ Professor Black looked at me in the Great Hall and I spat out my breakfast— I don't know if he took it the wrong way. ❜ – 18+, semi-private and literate ominis gaunt from hogwarts legacy, very anti-jkr / duplicates and ocs welcome !