Forbidden Desires (Ominis x Sharp x MC)

Chapter 5 - Potions Class

TW - mild swearing, very mild conflict

Authors note:
It's finally here! A whole chapter dedicated to Daddy Sharp.
Please let me know your thoughts :)
Also header image is originally by @phinik on tumblr
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It was the next morning and I was in Professor Figs office, showing him the book I'd taken from the restricted section. We were sat on comfy armchairs in front of the fireplace, sipping tea. Dark circles invaded my under eyes and I couldn't tell if the aches cursing my body were from the attack or from sleeping on that blasted sofa. I couldn't stop thinking about last night and how good it felt to be close to someone again. Ominis had left before I woke leaving a sour taste in my mouth and his sudden tenseness before we fell asleep had been eating away at me.

Fig closed the book and looked at me concerned. "I don't mean to be blunt but you look rather... rough"

"I had a long night" I replied tilting my head towards the book.

"Hmm, I see... Juliet, I don't want you doing anything behind my back again. It's too dangerous" his eyes were full of worry as he leaned forward in his chair.

I nod "I know Professor. No more secrets".

He smiled faintly at me. "This Map Chamber is going to have to wait I'm afraid. I have to go to the Ministry to speak about George's death". He placed his tea cup on a pile of books next to him and checks his watch. "Don't you have class now?"

"Shit!" I jumped up out of the seat and bolted towards the door, making my way towards the potions classroom.

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When I arrived I lingered in the doorway slightly, watching as Professor Sharp addressed his students. He was leaning against the blackboard at the front of the class, resting his weight on one leg with his hands held out in front of him, moving them softly as he spoke. The classroom was silent, no student dared speak when he did.

He suddenly stopped talking and looked dead into my eyes, removing his weight off the blackboard to stand up straight. He limped aggressively towards me, stopping just before his office. He pointed towards the office door whilst towering over me.

"In. Now."

Without a word I scurried in, staring at the floor to avoid his glare. He shut the door behind me leaving me alone in his office. It was a terrifying thought being on Sharps bad side, admittedly I'd only met him once before, very briefly, but Poppy gave me the lowdown. She explicitly said not to get on his bad side... yet here I was.

The room itself was a potion masters dream. The walls were lined from top to bottom with various glass jars of different sizes, full of different ingredients. As I investigated further I realised I'd never heard of most of them, let alone seen them before. Books were neatly lined up in size order dotted around on different barrels and crates. There was an old, broken grandfather clock stuck at five past twelve, but it stood proudly still producing a faint ticking noise. The room was extremely dim, just like his classroom, the only light being provided by a small window and the groupings of several peculiar candles, that were shaped like spinal cords. His wooden desk sat in the middle of the room, it was neat and tidy apart from a small pile of papers and various empty potion bottles.

I approached a large glass cupboard to the right of the room. I knew I shouldn't be nosy, especially when he was already annoyed at me but everything in his office felt so interesting. It felt like everything here had a story. The cupboard was home to various items, there were skulls, old books, more candles and even a severed arm that lay flat along the bottom. I squinted my eyes, approaching even closer to get a better look, but I honestly couldn't tell if the skulls or the arm were real or not.