Run Away ✧ Hogwarts Legacy

*chapter seven

don't light the match by The Maine

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Mature Content Warning

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Seventh Year

Camping was among the list of less-than-ideal situations that Ominis Gaunt had wanted to be in during the winter break. Even higher on that list was finding himself as the awkward third in the group placement, yet his winter break seemed to put him equally in both hatable positions. He chalked it up to still being preferred over a holiday with his family. 

His auror training was paying off at the else. There was a very strong possibility that the demon that they were plotting to kill was just behind them so he was taking extra precautions that trip. No silencing charms, markers placed around the outside to alert them, and he even charmed the tent's entrance in the off chance that their demon wanted to use the front door when it attacked he would know about it before he was murdered. 

The first night he tossed and turned in his bed at every sound. By daybreak, Ominis had found himself lying among the sheets of the modest cot waiting for an acceptable hour to start the day. A small creaking from the other room had caught his attention, but none of the wards had gone off at that point. He waited a moment before the front entrance charm alerted him to a breach.

He quickly grabbed his wand and dressed himself. If a demon was going to murder him then he'd at least like to die with some dignity rather than in the nude.

The common space was empty once he stepped out of his room.

It was quiet in the early morning outside the ward going off, everything seemed at peace. As he made his way to the kitchen his foot caught the edge of a blanket against the floor and he almost tripped before placing it back on the armchair. Although he hadn't remembered there being such hazards in the common space the night prior when he had set the tent up.

"I didn't realize you were awake too," Desmond spoke quietly as he re-entered the tent. The smell of tobacco lingered in with the morning dew behind him. Then Ominis realized that the ward for the door was tripped from the inside, not by the demon outside.

"Couldn't sleep," Ominis suggested, "Coffee?"

"Please." They both made their way toward the kitchen nook, Desmond returned to the journal among the work still shattered from the night prior to research as Ominis put on water for the three of them. 

Truthfully, he wasn't sure how long it would be until Antheia Wytners woke up or if she had any better luck sleeping than the rest of them, but he figured having coffee ready for her would save them time later when they needed to keep moving. It wasn't safe to remain in one place for too long if they were being followed. 

The silence was beginning to worry him as he waited for the water to boil. 

It had been about three months since Ominis had gotten to know Desmond Esper. Not that he expected to be friends with anyone new, but he quickly began to realize how much he had missed having company around. The two often spent time in the Undercroft or the library together going over the information that they had collected regarding their demon's origins. It was strange the habits that he had begun to notice, like the way that Desmond sometimes mumbled under his breath if he didn't understand something, as if speaking it into existence was the only way to work it out. Then once the idea finally sparked, his voice would drip with excitement as Ominis waited for him to summarize his conclusion.