𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖔𝖞 / wilbur x reader x technoblade

𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳

   The following days swept by quicker than I would have liked. Impending doom and cabin fever is a toxic combination. Thankfully Tommy had opened up to me. We managed to find an old chess board under his bed, which he patiently attempted to teach me. Tommy was less like his cousins than I had thought. Unlike Draco he seemed indifferent in Voldemort's actions, thus I preferred him to Wilbur. Wilbur had been doing god knows what in the downstairs office since we arrived.

     "It's a shame Wilbur can't join us," Tommy mentioned whilst moving his knight, "you two really should know each other a little better."

     "Certainly couldn't hurt," I said through a sigh. "Isn't he working on something?"

     "Nope, no official orders that I've heard about." Tommy replied.

   Though I trusted Tommy I knew not to prod him any further, but it still left me confused. Was Wilbur just avoiding me?

     "I win!" Tommy shouted excitedly.

   As I zoned out he had made his final move.

     "You want to get lunch?" He suggested.

   I nodded and followed the boy downstairs into the old kitchen. Ms Gunn greeted us as we entered, swirling the contents of her pot.

     "Just lentils, don't get excited." Wilbur muttered behind me. He sat himself down at the table with us, acting as though it wasn't rare to catch a sighting. I kept my mouth shut and and eyes glued on Ms Gunn as she poured the soup and carried it over to us.

   That office would be vacant with him here.

     "I'm just going to use the bathroom, be back in a moment." I said, excusing myself from the table and slipping out into the hallway. Rushing past walls lined with tapestries and portraits, I arrived at the set of doors I trusted to be Wilbur's study.

   The room was circular, with a desk in the center and a grand fireplace to the right. The desk was mostly neat, except for a small pile of envelopes tucked to the side. Somewhere to start. The top letter had been torn carelessly, dated last week.

          Dear Wilbur,                                                           December 22nd

        I'm sorry to hear about the stress your arrangement is bringing you. Surely in your condition having another person to consider is all the more stressful. However I've spoken to Y/n in passing and heard much of her from Harry- I'm sure they're less of a burden then you may think. In regards to your uncle's recent advancements, Dumbledore has not yet published a formal statement on whether it's safe for the students to remain at Hogwarts. He's skeptical of the death eaters power, so I urge you to confirm to details as soon as you're able. Thank you for your recent information and I hope to be hearing from you in the new year.

                   Merry Christmas, 

                   Remus

   Why would he be in correspondence with Lupi-

     "Y/n?" Wilbur said with a stern look as he rushed into the room.

     I backed away from the desk, "I'm illiterate."

     "You're breaking and entering last I checked." He replied, eyes still wide and ablaze.

     "Why don't you just let me get back to lunch," I said, attempting to slip out of the room.

   His arm stopped me, "Don't think you understand what you just read and don't speak of it."

   I nodded and swooped under his arm, continuing back to the kitchen. Tommy gave an odd expression as I swung open the door, followed by a frustrated Wilbur. The rest of lunch was filled with aggressive slurps and dishes clanging. 

   I tried my best not to look towards Wilbur or even look too pensive, yet of course the letter was at the forefront of my mind. Lupin couldn't possibly be a traitor like Snape, he wouldn't. So it was Wilbur who was the spy then, or so it seemed.

     "Penny for your thoughts, dear?" Ms Gunn said cheerily to me.

   I could feel Wilbur's eyes on me, he knew now.

     "Oh, absolutely nothing," I replied, "absolutely nothing."

   The following morning the screeching of the grand doors interrupted Tommy and I as we continued our daily chess match. He noticed my confused expression.

     "Wedding preparation probably."

     "I thought I had two weeks?" I replied, trying to contain how anxious I was.

     "Not all that long now, anyways- you know they can't set it all up in one day, right?"

     "I guess, I just figured it would be small."

     "Small in guest attendance maybe, but never presentation." He said, chuckling a little under his breath. 

     authors note: almost 100 reads! woo! anyways sorry this is a somewhat shorter chapter and ends at an odd point, but I'll be working on it some more this week :)