An Opposite is a Perfect Match (MC x Garreth Weasley)

I Know You

A/N Hey guys! Happy Monday! I originally planned for this to be a Room of Requirement focused chapter but Rosaline and Ominis had different plans, so it got too long. I think you'll still enjoy what the gang gets up to, though! 

I hope you enjoy, and if you do, please feel free to vote or comment. I love seeing everyone enjoy this silly little story!

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Ominis wrote every day he was gone for a full week, attending only those family rituals necessary to remain polite. He was near invisible in the family manor, his blindness rendering him unworthy of a thought to even throw away. That didn't stop Marvolo from being a right git though. He didn't seem up for confronting Ominis physically this visit, but he hadn't such qualms over tormenting his brother in other ways.

"I've taken to locking my wand in my trunk." he wrote the third day. "Marvolo may find endless amusement watching me bumble around the house, but even I am not worth the effort. Anything to avoid his attention."

"I'm sorry, Rosaline, but I will need you to take me clothes shopping again. Marvolo has decided to use my shirts for... blood rags. He dumped them on the first version of this letter. I had to scrub my desk for hours before I got the smell out."

"It's a good thing I left Victoria in your care. Marvolo's newest acquisition (a cobra of all things) is rather vicious. I wouldn't put it past Marvolo to have used her for food if she were here."

Rosaline had tried to keep her confrontation with Leander a secret from him, until he was back and they could speak properly at least, but Sebastian must have mentioned it in his own letters, and Ominis' resulting response was at least as scathing as a Howler. She was glad he hadn't enchanted it to be, he had the ability and cause to, but he knew about her aversion to such scenes and spared her the anxiety inducing horror.

She was certain to be in for an earful once they were tucked safely in the undercroft, though.

Rosaline truly was a verse to large displays in front of crowds. She often attended parties with her parents when she was young, and her mother had an unfortunate habit of putting her young daughter in the spotlight without much warning. Many times, she was forced to perform impromptu piano concerts, sing along with the hired quartet, demonstrate the week's newest dance.

Her mother was not a bad person. She was a broken person. Meredith Adelaine Fortuna Ropusé Wintrell was exceedingly proud of her daughter, a fact she shared with any ear that would listen. She wanted the whole of Britain to be just as proud, care just as much, but her own childhood, one much darker, one full of different, deeper traumas had left her twisted.

She thought she was encouraging her daughter, the same way her own mother encouraged her.

It took mother and daughter years and many public panic attacks and anxiety breakdowns to understand each other that way. However, the healing of that rift couldn't undo years of trauma and explosive reactions to anxiety and Rosaline found herself responding to stress with anger and a hair-trigger defense response.

In the last two months she lost control in public twice. She was sure Ominis thought that punishment enough.

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She was happy when Ominis did return, arriving alone to pick him up from Hogsmeade Station. His train arrived just after lunch, and while Rosaline had a free period, Sebastian had divination and couldn't make it. The platform was empty except the two of them and they embraced each other, hard and long, heads bent together. They walked in silence all the way back to the school, hands clasped, and retreated directly to the Undercroft after Ominis stored his trunk and returned Violet's vivarium to his dorm.