Utterly Hopeless: An Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter Nineteen: The Caged Sallow -Mature Read-

(Sebastian)

"Seven hundred thirty four..... Seven hundred thirty five... Seven hundred thir-"

"Oi, will you shut your fucking gob already," his burly yell traveled across the dimly lit hall making me chuckle. "Ery time you count them bloody cracks you get a different number! Enough with it, you're driving me fucking nuts!"

"More reason to keep counting then I'd say."

"Your parents raised you to be a right ole prick. You know that! I swear if I still had my wand, I'd hex your mouth clean off, use it to service my cock while we waste away in here. Least then you'd be bloody QUIET!"

"Oh, come now Theo," I cooed. "Don't tell me you tire of my voice. I thought we were just becoming friends. Planned to braid your hair tonight en all," I arched to beam mockingly at the bald man. "Ooof forgot your shiny as a bell. *tsk* Maybe we'll just have a good ole pillow fight then."

"If it wasn't for these bars, I'd have ripped your Larynx out months ago."

"Don't tempt me with a good time," I laughed infuriating him further. "You are in a fouler mood than usual.... Knut for your thoughts?"

Theophilus Harlow could be heard seething muttering nonsense under his breath as he's done every day since he was walked to this block last spring. It has been an utter pleasure being able to torture the prat. Especially after learning his involvement in the plot against Threa last year.

He came in here yelling about how he was framed. That some fat brunette bitch, and her pretty African friend had gotten him locked up. Wasn't hard to put two and two together during his mewling's that he was speaking of Threa and Natsai... A part of me was proud they were the reason the bastard was locked up, prat deserved it. Deserved worse for daring to cast curses at them.

To even think what would have happened if his first curse had won still chills me. He first tried to kill Threa, and when that didn't work, he tried to torture her. From what I gathered Natty jumped in the way getting hit with the cast instead and was hospitalized, put in a wheelchair till the end of the year.... So much happened since I was taken away. So much I could have maybe helpped stop.

I sometimes think back to that last day. Of how I left Threa and Ominis in the Undercroft, the two reeling from what I had done. I will never forget the look Ominis gave me before I walked out. So conflicted. Unsure of what to do with me. How much of a stranger I must have seemed to him. How once Threa arrived, he made a point to insert himself between us, as if I was some danger to her.

What am I kidding. That's all he sees me as now, said as much this summer.

"Do you even hear yourself Sebastain," Ominis's voice spat outside my cell as his father left to speak with the minister. "You are rationalizing your uncle's murder!"

"He was going to kill me and Threa in that catacomb! I had no other choice!"

"You always have a choice Sebastian! You used an Unforgivable!"

"He would have killed us Ominis! It was Threa, if you saw her in the same danger, would you not have done the same," he went silent glazed over eyes averting my form. "I had no other choice... I'm already losing one sister. I refuse to lose another."

Ominis's jaw tightened his Adams apple bobbing multiple times. Fists clinched as his breaths struggled to stay restrained. As always the pompous fool was holding back.

"I had no choice Ominis."

"You always have a choice," he seethed. "How dare you use Threa as a way to rationalize your mistakes! "The best duelist at Hogwarts" that's the title you touted about the school for yourself all last year. Used it to taunt Prewett, to dare any to make a fool of themselves and cross your wand. You and your vast knowledge of magic and spells and YOU choose the easy way out!"