Ominis Gaunt

The blind wizard, Ominis, was sitting in his seat, fiddling with his wand. He stared blankly at the floor with his blind eyes, running a hand through his short blonde hair and brushing it back. His fingers traced the dark wood of the seat as he lost himself in his thoughts. Not that he had anything better to do. All he could do was simply think and play with his wand. He hummed quiet melodies to himself as he thought, twirling his wand between his fingers.

The blind wizard, Ominis, He was sitting in his seat, playing with his wand. He stared at the ground with his blind eyes, running a hand through his short blonde hair and combing it back. His fingers ran over the dark wood of the seat as he lost himself in his thoughts. Not that he had anything better to do. All he could do was simply think and play with his wand. He hummed quiet melodies to himself as he thought, twirling his wand between his fingers.