Truly Ominous (Hogwarts Legacy Sequel Feat. Dark!Ominis Gaunt)

2 - The Sixth-Year's First Day

I'd love for you to tell me more about what makes you Hogwarts' little Savior...

Because I would hate to interfere with such...

Heroism.

You couldn't help but crinkle your nose at the comment, pouring salamander blood into the boiling cauldron in front of you. "I'd love to tell you, but I have a potion to brew," you hissed, carefully stirring the liquid.

"Typical," Ominis scoffed, mimicking your movements at his own workstation. "The Ravenclaw wants to focus on her schoolwork."

"Great, you're one of those types now?" You rolled your eyes and reached for a few lionfish spines.

"Are you going to tell me more about yourself or not? You seem to be managing the heavy burden of chatting while you work, so what could possibly be the issue?" He threw a couple more ingredients into his potion, causing some of the brew to splash onto your robes. You grimaced, fervently rubbing your clothing to erase the encroaching stain.

"What did you mean by 'interfere with,' Ominis?"

A smirk creeped onto his face. "Oh, that? That was just my way of keeping you on your toes. Now, what did you do to earn the title of Hogwarts Heroine?"

"Who wants to know? You or that vile family of yours?"

His grin vanished. "Vile? You unpleasant swine, just answer the damn question."

You shot him a nasty glare. "You know what? No, I don't think I will."

"You just love pushing people's buttons, don't you?"

"Do you have a problem with me already, Ominis Gaunt?" You stirred your concoction a bit too aggressively, catching Professor Sharp's eye. "Tell me, did you enjoy being manipulated all summer long? Changed into something you most certainly are not?"

"What are you babbling about? You act as if you know me."

"That's because I do, you brainwashed buffoon!"

Ominis' hollow gaze landed on you. "You should think about using that pretty mouth of yours for something other than spewing insults."

Garreth Weasley started coughing next to you, the remark catching him off guard just as much.

Professor Sharp's voice interrupted your disjointed thoughts, his hand moving to wrap around your wrist. "Mixing the potion at such manic speeds will ruin it," he reminded you, his gaze settling on Ominis who was now looking away. "Is something the matter over here, Mr Gaunt?" He released your arm, allowing you to correct your mistake.

"Not at all, Professor," Ominis replied with a fake smile. "Just becoming reacquainted with my classmates."

"Did the summer assignments prove useful?"

"I believe J. Pippins would be proud of my current performance, to say the least."

"We shall see, won't we?" Professor Sharp turned to face Garreth. "And how's your potion coming along, Mr Weasley?"

Garreth cleared his throat. "It's, um, coming along, sir."

"I don't see any explosions yet, so perhaps you're right." With that, the professor meandered off to the next grouping of students.

"Vitriolic hag," Ominis growled under his breath.

"Arrogant twat," you muttered in return, dramatically jumping out of your seat and stomping off to present your perfected wiggenweld potion to the teacher.