Utterly Hopeless: An Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter Thirty: Communication

(Sebastian)

"Ugh," I yell scratching through the words I have been sweating over the past hour. A letter shouldn't be this difficult. Yet here I am again, crumbling another page and casting it over my shoulder to join the building pile on the floor.

It's just Threa. Speaking to her was always so easy. She'd take each of my owls and come running to help me without a second thought last year. She's a good friend, she'd understand. This shouldn't be that hard.... But that was before I royally fucked up. Before she and Ominis carted me off to the ministry. I hadn't even received a letter back from her.

She hates me.... It's only fair after all I put her through, Ominis had made it quite clear I was to stay away from her. Does he know what his father is asking of me? Does he know that he wants to drag Threa back into my mess?

"Oh, not another sheet. Don't tell me you are still struggling to tell fat poppet you need her help," Harlow jabbed as he loudly sucked on his spoon from supper. I slowly turned my attention to the shiny bell, a cheshire smirk plastered on his face as he pushed the utensil further in his mouth.

"Are you still sucking on that spoon like it'll give you a happy ending," I spat back earning a deep chuckle from the brute.

"Ooo touchy today. Reaching out to that Graphorn really got you that riled up?"

"Not as much as your lass did last night. She isn't my usual taste, but I must say she has glorious hands," he went quiet for a moment at my words before sneering.

"She isn't to your liking? You were wanking off to us like a kneazle in heat!" I rolled my eyes at his taunt.

"I have needs like any other man."

"Needs eh," he scoffed. "Tell me, you satisfy those needs with your brunette bitch?"

"Are you looking to have your tongue cut out," I ask, sadistic tone calm as the bell rose his eyebrows at me. "I suggest you hold it else your next words about her will be choked on that spoon."

"Is that so? Heh, kid you can talk a big game but there are two sets of bars between us. Defend her all you want it doesn't change the fact that it's that fat cunt's fault that you-" I accioed his shirt forward as he pushed the spoon further in making him choke. "Ack! The fuck," he spat as I went back to a new page scrawling her name.

"How does, I am sorry to be writing to you again so soon sound?"

"Bloody Todger," he rasped. "You can do wandless magic?"

"That and a many other things," I said nonchalantly continuing to write making the bald man fume. "Taught myself last year."

"How?"

"I read about it in a few books, thought it might come in handy if I ever didn't have my wand," I looked up to smile at his enraged eyes. The anger from his face traveling up his scalp making him look like a tomato. "Nifty hand of magic isn't it?"

"You learned it in a book?"
"Not much of a reader? Shame. You would be amazed the amount of things you can learn in books. As my father used to say "literature is a treasure trove of knowledge. Every mystery can be uncovered if you just turn the next page.""

"That why you have Gaunt bringing you a different tome each visit?"

"Gotta pass the time in here some way. Can't rely on my charming wit to entertain me all the time."

"Charming," he scoffs chuckling to himself. "You're quite the ballsy bloke Sallow. Constantly taunting me, openly threatening a known murderer. You're either stupid or you have a death wish."