'All my life I've been heading for Hell, but never had I thought I'd drag you down as well' - Sebastian Sallow
'They sold their hearts for diamonds and gold. I refuse to go down the same path as them. You and I have everything.' -Omnis Gaunt
❗Warn...
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Chapter twenty-seven
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' Hello Sebastian. Wait. You there. I can hear you. '
' Oh, hello, Ominis. I was just heading to our Common Room. '
' I recognise that voice. You're the knew fifth-year. Did you just come from the Undercroft ? How did you get in there ? '
' That room's called "the Undercroft" ? Ah... Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway... '
' Don't lie to me ! No one "stumbles" upon that room. Sebastian told you, didn't he ? You breathe a word about this place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you. My father is friends with the Headmaster. I'm not afraid to exploit that connection if I need to. '
' You needn't threaten me. I'm not going to say anything about your "Undercroft". And Sebastian is a good friend. You shouldn't immediately assume the worst of him. '
' I don't need you to tell me about my oldest friend, thank you very much ! '
' Ominis, I just meant... '
' I know what you meant ! Sebastian gets himself in enough trouble. He doesn't need your help ! '
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Ominis Gaunt. Our relationship started off very badly... He saw me as the girl who was going to cause trouble for his friend, the one who was going to lead him to the wrong side and influence each of his choices.
He didn't suspect for a single second that the problem wouldn't come from me, but from Sebastian.
Where Ominis thought I would be the leader, I was actually the follower. Where he thought I could help them, I only pushed them deeper. Neither white nor black, I was only gray throughout the conflict...
What was my job ? Persuade Ominis and gain his trust, so that Sebastian can achieve his goals without incident. I made promises that I couldn't keep. I tried, then failed miserably.
I was the handsome blond's eyes, reporting to him the strange and dangerous practices in which his friend indulged, of which he had not spoken a word. I was the voice of the orphan, his words and thoughts passed through my lips and tightened my throat with every syllable, every lie I told to the heir of the great Salazar Slytherin.
I played the role of the person to refer to; the shoulder on which, over time, rests an increasingly heavy weight that we seek to balance at all costs.
They were both begging for my help, but for radically opposite reasons. I moved neither in the light nor in the darkness. I was constantly walking on a thin, loosely stretched rope that frayed as I moved forward.
