#ominis gaunt

[all-4-ominis]

I like the idea of Julianna’s Patronus being a butterfly because she spent a lot of time playing in her grandfather’s flower garden as a child. It was the place she could pretend to spread her wings and be free to explore the world. Even though it was for her own protection, she didn’t like being cooped up in the house for fifteen years. Now that she’s at Hogwarts, she can finally explore the world to her heart’s content. 🦋

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[deepdonutkid]

Ominis Gaunt Head canons

“Loyalty does not mean agreeing with every terrible decision you make.”

Wand: 10¾ inches, hawthorn, unicorn hair, unyielding

Boggart: his father

Amortentia:Old parchment, cold stone after rain, lavender, candle wax, the scent of Anne and Sebastian's parents' house before the accident

Broom:None

Favorite food:Warm scones, clear broth, toasted bread with honey, pear compote

Patronus:Swan

Nerhegeb:He stands free from his family, with Sebastian and Anne by his side, without either of them being threatened by dark magic.

At first Ominis was a bit scared to attend school and be sorted into Slytherin because it meant he was somewhat like his family, and he was worried he might go down a dark path later in life.

However this view was discarded when he saw Sebastian in their dorm room, without such care or worries of the world. Sebastian highlighted a lot of the positive qualities of being a Slytherin, meaning he could still escape his fate of becoming a pure blood elitist like the rest of the Gaunts.

Mainly, Ominis saw Sebastian as a somewhat messy but brilliant boy, but without the fear of facing repercussions from adults. (because Sebastian's child hood was not severely traumatizing)

Quickly he became friends with both of the twins since Anne and Sebastian where glued at the hip together and he liked being them both. It gave him the feeling of comfort, like he was on their level and included and he didn't have to apologized for what he couldn't do.

The twins never viewed Ominis as less capable because of his blindness. Sometimes they even forgot it in the beginning. For Ominis, this was a relief.

Ominis' family tree is very interesting, because he is connected to various important pure blood families. Of course in the games two are mentioned Noctua (Gaunt/ Black, I guess, I'm actually not sure), which he is really fond of. His aunt, who did not share their family believes. And the headmaster Nigellus Black.

Having family ties with the head master and coming from a powerful wizard family gave him quite the reputation at school. On top of that, he is mostly seen with the Sallow twins or making fun of other people and being a bit blassé.

This earned him the title, the prince. Because he is noble and righteous and snobby.

I think both of his parents are still alive when the game / story starts. I named them Opportuna and Macrinus Gaunt. Both don't work in the regular sense we have today. They are both influential figures within the wizarding world, even when poor investments led to the families financial descent.

It was once a great honor to be invited to their parties and events in their manor. Ominis still remembers this time, where his family name was said with great admiration and awe.

Now he recognizes that most of what's left of the Gaunt's, is the name, the manor and some old trinkets. They're losing money and power right in front of his eyes.

They do hold enough power over him still. Ominis rarely admits this, but he does love and hate them at the same time. It's more of a moral obligation to serve his family, than actually love though.

Besides that he has two siblings: Obscuria and Marvolo, who is the oldest and will inherit the estate.

Actually Obscuria has to marry soon, but she does not deem a man pure enough. True reason is, they can't afford the dowry anymore. Ominis does not know this yet.

His grandmother Ornate still lives with them in the manor.

Ominis spends most of his time out of school at the Sallow's cottage in Eyemouth. And once Edith and Mortimer died, he turned to his great-grand aunt Garnet Greengrass, who was in need of company.

She is old and prejudiced, but less violent than his family. Garnet lives in a grand mansion, alone with just two house elves, Biffy and Liddy.

There he reads a lot, but he also spends time with the house elves in the kitchen, where he picked up baking as a hobby. First he was intrigued by the smells, then by texture and taste. It gives him peace.

After finishing school he wants to attend the university for witches and wizards in Edinburgh and study magical law to become a member of the wizen gamot.

His family things, this would be a move to get back more power and influence but he does it so dark magic would be prosecuted more often.

[moonstonesandemma]

Belated birthday gift for @light-of-the-room my beloved

You really are one of my best friends Luc and I love talking with you so much. Thank you for being amazing.

(Ignore how the lighting is weird this was my first screenshot taken in a WHILE)

[hogwartslegacyburnbook]

[sweet-as-apple-pie]

The Blind Side of the Moon

Title: The Blind Side of the Moon

Summary: Ominis and Sebastian both check on MC the day after finding and entering the Scriptorium. MC's relationship with both her Slytherin friends gets even more complicated. First person POV.

Word count: 1.9K

Image by @miss--soapy

“Y/N.”

I jumped at the sound of Ominis Gaunt’s cool, subdued voice.

The Slytherin boy took a seat next to me at the empty table, setting his red-glowing wand to the side. The Great Hall, usually bustling with activity, currently enjoyed of a rare quiet: the afternoon lull between classes when fellow students walked from one lecture to the other offered me a much-needed sense of normalcy. Without being in complete isolation, I could start processing the events of the night before. After our visit to Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium, I had avoided Sebastian and Ominis for fear of facing them in the broad daylight, where our secret had no place to hide. Until now.

“Ominis.”

“How are you?” he asked me. He sported new dark circles under his milky eyes. Of course he hadn’t slept either.

I did not reply—where could I even begin?

Ominis reached towards my plate and grabbed one of the grapes I’d left uneaten. Passing the piece of fruit slowly between his slender fingers, he kept his hands in motion while the rest of his body remained expectant of my answer.

Was he concerned for me, or looking to blame me further for last night? Even though he and Sebastian had parted ways amicably after we’d made it out alive, I knew Ominis wouldn’t forgive or forget what we—what Sebastian and I specifically—had done.

I closed my eyes as a new headache started to come in. To enter the Scriptorium—hell, to save us all from dying an unfortunate death, much like Ominous’s own aunt—I’d been asked to choose my own poison: I either let Sebastian cast the Cruciatus curse on me, or I learned and cast the curse on him myself.

Sebastian had looked into my eyes. “What do you want to do, Y/N?”

In a matter of minutes that felt like eternity itself, I weighted the pros and cons of each decision. If I let Sebastian curse me, I feared it would open the gates to something much more darker in him. He already embraced the darker spells, so even if we were trapped underground and completing this ordeal was the only way to avoid our certain demise, I didn’t trust Sebastian to cast Crucio and not give in to the sensuous power of the curse. He was so close to that slippery slope, it was a matter of time before he got engulfed in that abyss. And I wasn’t going to be the one giving him the final push.

So I chose the latter. By learning and casting an Unforgivable Curse, I was joining him on that slippery slope. I had to believe I wouldn’t let us both fall.

“Teach me how to cast Cruciatus.”

There was a pause, in which both Sebastian and Ominous held in their breaths. Shame embraced me before I shed it off with a shake of my hand to draw my wand. Ominis had walked away, cursing both me and Sebastian for talking him into leading us here. Sebastian didn’t waste another moment: he told me what to say, held my wrist as he guided my wand through the movement. “You have to mean it in order for it to work.”

I hesitated as I pointed my wand at him. I didn’t want to hurt him. I wanted to keep him, both of us really, safe. He gave me a nod, letting me know he was ready, that it was okay.

“You can do this,” Sebastian said, forcing a smile through gritted teeth. In vain, he tried to hide the anticipation of torture that would befall him.

I raised my wand and let the curse fall from my lips like a command.

“Crucio—!”

Sebastian collapsed. He gasped as the full force of the curse knocked the air out of him. His long fingers scrapped the stony floor. Guilt churned my stomach, but I watched it all. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. After a charged beat of silence, a low growl escaped his lips when he’d gotten on his knees on one arm, holding himself steady while he gripped his wand. He’d then straightened his broad shoulders, willing himself to stand tall despite the excruciating pain that continued to course through his body. The door slid open before us, and Sebastian walked in—

“Y/N.”

I jumped at the sudden warmth on my hand. It was soothing and it brought me back to the present moment, to Ominis. At one point he’d dropped the piece of fruit and had put his hand on mine.

The shame crept up in me again, bubbling in my throat as I croaked, “Ominis, I’m so sorry.”

“No, Y/N—”

“I cursed Sebastian. I talked you into showing us how to get into the Scriptorium. You must hate me right now. You ought to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you!” There was a pause before he said “Gods, no. I wanted to apologize. You should have never been in that position. I…should’ve been stronger, for both of you.”

I shook my head. “Ominis, you’d just found out about your aunt, and then the door—I could’ve let Sebastian curse me instead,” I said. “I didn’t have to learn Cruciatus.”

“I can’t presume to know your thoughts, but,” Ominis paused again. “I wouldn’t have wanted Sebastian to cast the curse either. Not when he doesn’t realize that with each curse he uses he comes closer to being under the spell of the Dark Arts.”

The silent implication hung heavy between us. We both feared for our friend.

“I’m so sorry you were forced to do it,” he finally said. “I know what that’s like. You’re not a bad person, Y/N. I’m…here, if you need someone to talk to.”

His voice was low, but he sounded sincere.

“Thank you, Ominis.” My stomach fluttered as he squeezed my hand before gingerly drawing it back. I took a piece of fruit from my plate and proceeded to eat, having regained a bit of appetite.

“So,” Ominis said in a lighter tone, “has the Hero of Hogsmeade paid a visit to Honeydukes yet?

We fell into conversation about our lives outside our illicit activities thus far, casting our own spell of normalcy. We talked about our next class together—History of Magic—and dueling. Ominis looked almost giddy when he told me how impressed Lucan Brattleby was that I’d won the first Crossed Wands challenge of the year.

Ominis’s smile was a rare sight. Day and night, wherever he was, he exuded a melancholic sadness in the way he carried himself and interacted with the world around him. But in this moment, he was shining like moonlight itself. In this lighting, I felt safe and seen for who I wanted to be.

“See you in class then?” Ominis asked.

I nodded, feeling the tug of a smile tease my lips. “I’ll see you later.”

“Good. You were sorely missed in Potions earlier today. I don’t think I’ll have the strength to face Binn’s lecture on the Salem Witch Trials on my own.”

We parted ways shortly after. I left the Great Hall with lighter steps. I turned the corner towards the marble staircase at the Entrance Hall, thinking about History of Magic, assignments, and study sessions at the Library—normal student affairs.

“There you are.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice. I found Sebastian leaning on one of the pillars by the main staircase, arms crossed over his chest.

“Sebastian!”

I couldn’t help but smile. For a moment, Sebastian perked up as well. And then I saw the scrapes on his chin, the chipped nails on his hands.

I stopped on my tracks, halting halfway towards him. Sebastian furrowed his brows but kept his distance. He detached himself from the pillar and put his hands on the pockets of his robes.

“…You should be resting,” I finally said.

He snickered. “Do you really think I’m that weak? That stings worse than the Cruciatus curse, believe it or not.”

“You’re not weak, Sebastian.”

He made no reply. He looked like the shadow of the Sebastian I’d grown fond of. There was no trace of the charismatic boy who’d covered up for me during my extracurricular activities with professor Fig more than once so I wouldn’t get detention; who’d helped me during classes and with assignments so that I could keep up with the rest of the fifth-years. The mischievous glint of his eyes was dulled and it ached my heart to see it gone.

“Please get some rest,” I managed to say before I turned to walk the other way. His long legs soon caught up to me.

“Y/N, wait. We didn’t get to talk much last night.”

“Sebastian, not right now.” My cheeks burned at the memory. The magic that had coursed through me had inflicted pain, and something else. A darker kind of magic had stirred in me, and I was not proud of it.

“Y/N, listen. You were brilliant.”

I froze in place. “Surely you’re mad at me, for casting Crucio on you.”

“I was hoping you’d do it. I would’ve hated having to curse you,” he said.

“We don’t need to talk about it right now.” I put my hand on his arm to gently steer him in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room. “You need to rest, please…”

Sebastian caught my hand. “Don’t change the subject.”

I could’ve pulled away, but I stayed there. I looked away, sensing the tears brimming in my eyes. I was not a bad person. Sebastian was not a bad person.

“Sebastian, what we…what I did…was wrong. We didn’t have much choice, but it can’t happen again. We can’t go down that path.”

He let go of my hand and held my chin with his calloused hand, prompting me to look up at him.

“You’re a very powerful witch, Y/N,” Sebastian said. “Seeing you wield such magic last night…I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” His eyes bore into mine with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. “You and I make such a great team already. We would be unstoppable.”

His words sparked a warmth that went straight to my core. How many times did I let myself indulge in the fantasy of Sebastian returning my feelings for him, of him realising he also cared about me in the same way? This moment was practically a dream, except that he was drawn to the magic I wielded and not me, turning this dream into a nightmare.

Even so, I leaned into his touch and breathed him in.

“Sebastian…” I started.

“You’re telling me you don’t feel the same pull?” he said in a low voice.

“I—not like this.”

His fingers tensed up on my jaw. He held my face in place as he brought his own star-speckled one closer. “Don’t lie to me. I saw the way you were looking at me. Wielding that much power…you enjoyed yourself.”

I pushed him away. “Don’t say that.”

Sebastian cocked his head to the side. He held my gaze for a moment longer before he said, “You don’t need to be ashamed Y/N, not with me.” He turned and was gone in a few long strides.

“You’re not a bad person, Y/N.”

I thought of Ominis’s hand on mine, but the warmth of that memory could not dissipate the chill seeping into my chest.

[mezzorium]

sebinis ferrets!

and, the real life counterparts:

meet my littol boys, sebby and omi!

they are only five months old and they are a handful……. sebby likes to bully omi for no reason, and then the next second they are cuddling in a great big ferret pile like nothing happened. mysterious creatures frfr. (they are curled up together in a great big ball as i type this.)

omi is quite a bit smaller than sebby despite them being around the same age, and much calmer. sebby likes to wreck my things for fun.

[all-4-ominis]

Sebastian: “Hey, Ominis! I have a joke for you!”

Ominis: “Oh, goody.”

Sebastian: “How do you measure snakes?”

Ominis: “In inches because they don’t have feet.”

Julianna: “Hahahahaha!!! Ominis you’re so funny!”

Sebastian: “Hey, that was MY joke!”

Julianna: “Yes, but Ominis told it better.”

Sebastian: “He didn’t tell it at all! He just stole the punchline!”

Ominis: “And the audience.”

Julianna: “Hahahahaha!!! Stop it! You’re killing me!”

Sebastian: