Utterly Hopeless: An Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Four: An Overdue Correspondence

(Threa)

I watched on as he gathered his robe, bunching it awkwardly closed at his waist, walking silently towards the Great Hall sending a painful ache through my heart.

Merlin how could I have fumbled things so terribly. I was going to kiss him. Stretched myself more than should be feasibly possible to do so. By Salazars name I was two seconds from tangling my hands in his dirty blonde locks to force his head down to me.... I was gonna kiss him. Merlin why was I going to kiss him!

Oh, by Godric's heart have I just ruined everything? He barely even looked at me after Trinket popped up. Why wouldn't he look towards me? Was he embarrassed? 

My hands tingled, the overflow of magic from the unintended storm still pricking like pins against my skin.

I caused a storm because of him... Almost sent the castle tumbling down in fear they were going to send him away for what he did to Duncan. He beat the man to a bloody pulp because of me. Ominis has never been violent like that before.

He never spoke to me like that before. He was still under the effects of the potion. He couldn't control what he said, nor could he lie... Ominis adores me.

I felt my heart beating faster as I refocused on the man ascending the stairs, led ahead by his flashing red wand. His entire form illuminated by the cascading moonlight making my breath hitch. Merlin, must he be so handsome.

"Trinket suggests Miss Threa stop drooling, she'll attract bugs," the small elf quipped reminding me of why he is walking alone in the first place.

"What on earth has gotten into you!"

"What has gotten into Trinket," the elf spat back rounding on me. "Miss Threa is the one consorting with some strange man in the middle of the night!"

"He is not some strange man, its Ominis."

"That doesn't make Misses case any better! He is a Gaunt!"

"He is a Gaunt," I chip throwing my hands in the air. "You are right he is a Gaunt, but he is also my friend; my best friend, and you attacked him." The elf shifted uncomfortably.

"He was making promiscuous moves-"

"-You don't know that!"

"Trinket knows what she saw," the elf spat back.

"Did you stop once to think it might have been me making the promiscuous move," I fought making the elf gasp.

"Miss Threa," her voice turned Gentle, little feet padding closer shifting about so unsure. "You... You," her face contorted in confusion. "But Trinket saw him lean in," he leaned in? That wasn't my imagination? Ominis wanted the kiss too. My heart began beating harder as I struggled to calm my breathing. "Miss Threa?"

"Yes Trinket?"

"Breathe," she ordered as I forced in a few breaths with her help. She grasped my hand firmly moving to stroke my back. "Trinket is sorry.... She shouldn't have cast at Mr. Gaunt... Trinket will apologize."

"He will appreciate that," I sighed still having a hard time believing this is all real. 

Ominis adores me.

"Is Miss mad at Trinket," the elf asked wearily still grasping my hand as I shook my head no.

"I'm not mad.... It's definitely not what you were expecting to find while searching for me."

"Not at all... Though Trinket is happy Miss Threa is safe.... She is safe with Mr. Gaunt?"

"Very," I assure. His words from earlier solidify that truth.