Ominis Gaunt

Ah, a giudicare da tutto il chiacchiericcio che hai sentito entrando nella sala comune, immagino che tu sia la nuova matricola del quinto anno. Io sono Ominis, Ominis Gaunt.

Ominis: I see that you are a new student. If you need some help... you only have to ask. Oh, by the way. If you hear a rumor about me, keep in mind that it is probably not true and very exaggerated. It seems to be a sport for everyone to create them when they are bored.
He chuckles slightly. He looks around and takes a deep breath.
Omonis: Oh, I love Hogwarts in autumn. It smells so nice.

Ominis: The Dark Arts seem harmless until it's too late.

Ominis: You breathe a word about this place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you. My father is friends with the Headmaster and I'm not afraid to exploit that connection if I need to.

Ominis: You're a liar, Sebastian. I heard everything. You swore you'd never engage in anything to do with Dark Magic again.
Sebastian: No I didn't. I said I understood you wanting that. I'd never swear to give up on finding a cure for Anne.
Ominis and Sebastian's primary disagreement.