-Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader
-Y/N, a muggle born girl, navigates the complexities of integrating into the wizarding world where she doesn't quite belong. As a 7th year and a human without magic, she must learn to adjust and prove her worth, but also...
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At precisely six that evening, you stroll through the enchanting rose gardens and find yourself rather drawn to the vibrant colors of the blossoms. You reach your fingers out to pick a flower, but before you do, Ominis' voice rings out. As you turn to face him, he waves his wand elegantly and conjures a delicate blossom. A smile graces your lips as you accept it from him.
"Thank you. Nobody has ever conjured a flower for me before, or grew one," you remark.
"It's not too difficult," he answers with a shrug. "And I thought it would be better than picking one."
"Oh, right. Because you never know what kind of beast will imprison you for stealing one," you laugh softly.
"That's right," he nods. "Now, come. There's a place here where we can sit and talk."
He leads you deeper into the gardens and towards the center, where a quaint little bench sits surrounded by bushes of bright red roses. As the two of you sit down, Ominis pulls something out from within his robes and hands you a letter.
"What's this?" you ask, looking over the envelope that has your name written on it.
"It's a letter, Y/N," he tells you.
"I can see that. I meant what is it for?"
"For you, of course."
With a slight raise of your eyebrow, you carefully tear the envelope open and unfold the letter. It's quite a beautifully crafted invitation adorned with magical illustrations of roses and dancing figures. You then read the elegant script aloud.
"Y/N. You are cordially invited to a magical evening under the enchanted skies. Join me in the hidden depths of Hogwarts, where the Undercroft transforms into a realm of timeless beauty. Your presence is requested at our very own 'Beauty and the Beast' ball. Wear something enchanting, for our dance will rival the stars themselves."
"Ominis," you grin as you look at him. "I'm so glad you asked. This is beautiful."
Ominis lets out a sigh of relief. "I'm happy you think so."
"Back home I didn't think I would ever get to go to a ball," you admit, folding the invitation back up.
"And why's that?"
"Because for regular muggles, it's not common," you chuckle. "When is this dance going to be, exactly? I can see it'll be in the Undercroft."
"Next Saturday," he tells you.
"Next Saturday? But that's the day of the Yule Ball," you reply curiously.
"Well, to be honest with you, Y/N, I'm not too fond of the Yule Ball," he admits. "I've grown up with extravagant parties packed with strangers, and they can get old quickly. With this, it will be just us."
You smile at how thoughtful his gesture is. "Just us," you repeat.
"As long as it is what you want, too," he then adds.
