The Fervorous Prince | Ominis Gaunt

Ch 7. The Truth Always Comes Out

MC smoothed out any wrinkles on her black ruffled mini dress, not taking her eyes off of her body in the mirror.

"Would you relax?" Imelda sounded annoyed from behind her. While she had appreciated Sebastian's earlier compliment, MC needed a girl's opinion on the outfit. Too bad Nerida was off at the boathouse, continuing her quest with the merpeople.

"Why are you even going to so much trouble for your appearance? It's not like he'll be able to appreciate it."

MC whipped her head around and shot Imelda a death glare. She put her hands up in mock surrender in response, "I'm just saying! I wouldn't even go to such lengths for a man that can see me, much less for one that can't."

"You'd be surprised, Imelda. Ominis can sense things. He can tell me how many fingers I'm holding up at any given time. Chances are, he'll be able to sense my outfit. Besides," she began lining up her emerald and gold earrings to the piercings in her earlobes. "Even if he can't see me, I still want to look nice, even if it's for myself."

Imelda shrugged "Who knew you would ever be going on a date with Ominis Gaunt? Slytherin's Posh Prince!"

MC trembled at the reminder of Ominis' lineage and that he technically was a prince. Though lately, she had been viewing him more as a king.

Her King.

She began to slip on her green high heels with the snake accent wrapping around the stiletto. "It's not a date, Imelda. And he's not posh. He's just... sophisticated."

"Yeah, posh," Imelda said firmly as if MC had just confirmed her earlier statement. "But I doubt he's going to hold back from you tonight if he can sense the way you look like you say he can. You should be thanking me."

MC looked at her, puzzled. "Thanking you? Why?"

Imelda spread her arms open. "For warming you up, darlin'!"

MC became suspicious. "Imelda... what did you do."

Imelda rested her hands behind her head. "Did you have a little trouble in Binns' class this morning?" MC had never seen her smile so cheekily.

"Imelda! What did you do?!"

"I may or may not have enchanted your little friend that you took with you this morning," Imelda pointed to MC's stomach from across the room.

MC gasped. "You... you caused it to get stuck?!"

"And to intensify the vibrations when you felt the most aroused," she smirked.

MC stood, dumbfounded. "Imelda, I was terrified! I thought it wasn't going to come out!"

"But it did, didn't it?" Imelda defended. "Don't hate me, I was merely warming you up for Gaunt tonight. You're welcome, by the way," she said sarcastically.

"H-how did you know I had it?"

"Oh, please, MC, even a dugbog could hear the buzzing coming from your bed a mile away. No one is dumb enough to possibly fall for it."

"Nerida did!"

"Yeah, well she's an idiot," Imelda shrugged casually. "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you. I was really only trying to help. Nerida and I see the way you two have been together so far this year. When you told me he had asked you out, I just wanted to give you a boost of confidence with a nice release. You know, get your hormones running."

MC sighed. She knew that Imelda had her... unique ways of trying to help people. She wasn't well-versed in thinking of others, she was a Slytherin after all, but MC knew that it was the thought that counts.