Oh, Merlin. It's you. (Ominis x Reader)

Ominis is Sick

The next morning you continued as normal. Brushing your hair, adorning your uniform, and applying the slightest bit more perfume in hopes that maybe Ominis would smell it and think of you. You were excited to give him last night's update on the Imelda and Poppy situation. The two of you had been all too interested in meddling with their love life and thrived when either of you had an extra detail to tell the other about an interaction you observed. Ominis would have a field day with this new debrief, he had money on Poppy making the first move when you were personally believing it would be Imelda. Neither of you really had any business in caring so much, but more than anything it gave you an excuse to chat with him. Especially to chat with him about love and crushes, feeling all too ironic for you to handle. You figured you would leave out the details from your midnight stroll that included him. Those where he was insulted and the ones in which you retorted a panicked response. The feelings you felt for Ominis were much too intimate to be revealed to him in a way such as that. You knew the moment your confession would have left your lips, one of the two of those girls would have told the entire school.

To your surprise, you found he was not waiting for you in his normal spot. It was unusual for him to be late. In the weeks that you had been meeting together for your morning dates (at least what you daydreamed calling them), he had not once been even a second late. He was always the first there, waiting for you by the steps. Thoughtfully, never wanting to keep you waiting.

You waited for his arrival for nearly 10 minutes. Tapping your foot eagerly on the ground and pacing around the floor. To no avail, Ominis did not emerge from his room. Instead, disappointedly, you journeyed to the library alone.

Studying was much more dismal without him there. Granted, you were much more productive, you could not help the gnawing feeling in your chest that quite simply put, you missed him . Walking to breakfast was lonely as ever as well. It was not until Sebastian plopped down across from you on the bench that you brought your mind back from a realm of spinning possibilities as to why poor Ominis had not made it that morning.

You looked up from the toast you had been nibbling on and found Sebastian was alone. He raised an eyebrow before speaking, "You look miserable." He grabbed toast of his own and began to spread it with butter. "Worried for the herbology essay approaching?"

"Where's Ominis?" You asked.

Sebastian looked up from his toast. He moved his mouth in the way he normally did when he had something slick to say but just smiled to himself instead. Once he finished buttering his toast, he said with a full mouth, "Sick. Whiny brat refused to get out of bed this morning, complaining of a fever. It's absolute bollocks if you ask me. Sounds like someone is just nervous about the paper and wants an extension."

"I left my room at eight last night for some– studying!" he continued quickly. "And when I returned at eleven he was in the exact same position! Just draped over the bed like a waif. Y/n, you ought to take him on another adventure, I fear that poor boy does not see sunlight. No wonder he's sick."

"That's a late-night study session, Sebastian." Imelda snickered.

"Oh, to Merlin with you! I imagine there was a lot of studying going on when I saw you coming from the Hufflepuff dorm last night too, Imelda."

She scoffed and the two began to bicker back and forth. Your mind was absent from the table completely. All you could imagine was little Ominis, lying in bed, sniffling into a tissue and bored out of his mind. In your image, he looked so sad there. Curled into a ball, hungry from missing breakfast and weak from his sudden ailment. How kind of him to not want to get you sick?

"I hope he feels better by tomorrow." You blurted. The two Slytherins' heads turned toward you in confusion.

"Who?" They said in unison.