Utterly Hopeless: An Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A New Start

(Threa)

I walked through the halls towards the bell tower in a daze, my brain aching from the whiplash of Ominis's words.

Maybe I am being foolish. He's always been more perceptive of us two. He was the one able to see the dark path Sebastian was walking before we even entered that crypt. He knew the severity of my trauma before I spoke it. He's right, he always is. Just because this professor is Fig's son doesn't mean he should be as easily trusted.

Yet as things stand this man is my best shot. I need to figure out this strange magic, I need to gain more of an understanding of it, to learn how to control it.

Why can't Ominis see that? We talked so much this past summer in our letters about uncovering its mystery. He sounded so excited about it then.

Maybe I should turn back, meet Ominis at dinner and discuss it more. Discuss more of what this new relationship will look like. We had gotten so caught up in the truth of our feelings we hadn't even talked about what this not courting courting would look like... He was so hurt in that hall. My words hurt him.

Not even five hours in and I'm already ruining everything!

I should turn back. Go and reconcile with him. Prove to him I care about his wants and thoughts. Get us on the same page with this study. I-

"Ah, there you are," the silver eyed man drawled, sipping a golden vine trimmed flask whilst he looked me up and down. "Everything in order?"

"About that," I start making the burly man frown stuffing the bottle in his suit jacket.

"You need to change," he says over me aiming his jagged silver wand my direction, transfiguring my uniform into the purple Celtic attire that sat in Gladrags window all last year. "That seems more appropriate."

"For battle maybe, we're just going to dinner," I argue. The man's frown instantly uplifted to a cheshire smile.

"True, but for where we're going its best others not know you're a student," what?

"Why shouldn't they know I'm a student," I ask stomach growing uneasy as it does curious.

"That is a surprise," he waved me to follow walking out the castle entrance.

"Don't go," Ominis's voice rang so clearly in my mind as my hands tingled, the ancient magic in my veins seemingly vibrating at the potential danger.

"That doesn't mean he should be the one taking up this task! She doesn't know him! This power she has is miraculous as it is dangerous, she needs someone that she trusts to be able to handle it and her with care!" I shiver remembering Sharps plea to Weasley. Miraculous as it is dangerous.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, but not every spell you may need can be found in our assigned textbooks," Sebastians first words to me last year solidify my decision. Reaching up my shaking fingers dance across the floral satin ribbon, tightening its bind in my hair as I step forward to follow. I'm not going to learn what I need to through any regular curriculum.

We had walked all the way to the floo station as the man held a hand out towards me. Ominis is right. I'm a fool. I grasped his hand, and he threw down the green powder.

"Knockturn Alley," he proclaimed, green flames rose as a plunging sensation enveloped us.

Before I could even register the new scenery, the Professor was pulling on my hand dragging me out of what I think was an oddities store. Its bell dinged loudly as we came out onto a dark busy street alive with merchants and patrons alike yelling and bartering at deafening speeds.