Unforgivable - Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader x Ominis Gaunt

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I took a couple more days off from work following the funeral....about another week.

Not only so I would have a chance to properly mourn and grieve over the death of my dear friend...but also so I could spend some much needed quality time with my husband-to-be.

While the overall mood in the house was solemn due to the chilling sting death leaves behind, things with Ominis had grown better already. Agreeing to put the past behind, and finding the ability to shove everything about Sebastian I felt in a little box and bury it in the darkest depths of my soul...it gave me the room needed to focus on us...our future.

We'd gone to a theatre the other night and watched a lovely play, and the other nights, we'd stay in bed from sunrise to sunset, talking about happier memories the two of us shared...touching one another and getting lost in our bodies...professing our love for one another all over again. 

Despite the misfortunes we'd faced as a small, odd family as of late...it finally seemed as though things were starting to right themselves...and peace, happiness and contentment were right around the corner. So, on a bright Tuesday morning, I thought it best to get back into the swing of things. 

After making a lovely breakfast for Ominis and I, I saw him off to work. We kept a surplus of Floo Powder in the house to make traveling to and from Hogwarts easier for him, which was just as convenient for me as well, not having to worry about travel delaying his arrival home. 

Once he'd vanished, I readied myself for the day. Helped myself to a bath, curled my hair and adorned myself with a black pencil skirt, and a deep emerald, long-sleeved blouse. It represented the Hogwarts house my fiance and I were once part of...I'd like to believe that if he could see the rich hues of the elegant colour...it'd be his favourite. 

I was practically given my pick of the litter when it came to an occupation following my graduation from Hogwarts. After news spread of my victory in taking down Ranrok and successfully safeguarding the stores of ancient magic...I had people throwing job applications at me before I was even eighteen. 

Everyone told me I had the makings of a great and notable Auror...and I debated it for a while, truth be told. But...after all that I'd endured...all the death I'd seen...the heartache that ensued from all the constant action...I wanted something a bit more calm.

I still work for the Auror department at the Ministry...but I accepted a secretarial role...something much less 'hands on'. I still offer my aid and expertise when it comes to working on cases, but all from the safety of my desk...the comforting walls of my office. It would've been foolish of me to choose a career path that wouldn't help in the capture of dark wizards; sixteen years of age and I'd made quite a massive dent in the population of poachers and dark wizards across all of Scotland...it's what I do best, I suppose.

But the bloodshed...wielding such power and fighting with finesse and no remorse...it's what changed...him. I refused to allow the same to happen to me. 

So...a nine to five desk job is what I opted for, and I was content with that. I had coworkers I valued, and they valued me just the same. Despite my title...I was in charge of a lot more than I bargained for, however. I thought paperwork and filing would be the epitome of my career, but the officials valued my experience...my advice. I was essentially one of the highest ranking in the office without even asking to be. I was part of all the big decision making, and brought in to make determinations about criminals brought into custody. It was more than the pencil pusher I'd tried to be...but as long as I wasn't killing anyone, nor asked to fight...nor asked to be out there in the face of all the evil in the world....I agreed.