itsviankagaunt

[itsviankagaunt]

Teasing in Class

I'm sure my MC isn't the only one who teases Omi during History of Magic class 👀🙈

[itsviankagaunt]

[itsviankagaunt]

for my friend @meidaesart

MC Zane Greenwow

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. Journey to Slytherin Scriptorium

Once in a while, Vianka accompanying Sebastian drinking fire whiskey in valley near the school ground, in the end of their accounting day. Their wealth was amassed, give Vianka assurance about her family whereabout and give Sebastian flexibility to explore alternatives to cure Anne. Yet, not everyday he received good news

"I’ve tried everything, Vianka. Potions from the best makers, endless trips to St. Mungo’s, and even consulting a curse breaker. Nothing worked. Nothing. Anne’s suffering, and it’s like the curse is laughing at us. Mocking every attempt I make."

Tried to console him, "Sebastian, I see how much you care. You’ve gone to the ends of the earth for her. And maybe… maybe the answer isn’t in the usual places. “

Sebastian nodded, gazing into nothingness far, “Maybe it’s in something older, something deeper. Ancient magic."

She replied, “ Yes, do you remember what did we see after the first trial?”

Sebastian pausing, turning to her, "Ancient magic… it’s unlike anything we know. Isadora Morganach used it to ease her father’s pain. If she could do that, why not more? Why not undo a curse? Anne’s the only family I have left, Vianka. Our parents—they’re gone. She’s all I’ve got."

Vianka placing a hand on his arm "I understand, Sebastian. Losing her… it’s not an option for you. And it shouldn’t be. You have my full support, no matter where this path takes us. If ancient magic holds the key, then we’ll find it—together."

Sebastian meeting her gaze "Thank you, Vianka. Truly. You have no idea what that means to me. You’ve been such a constant… I swear, I’ll repay this. Whatever your goals, whatever you’re reaching for—I’ll help you get there. You have my word. But, we must be careful about Ominis"

“Ominis? Why?”

Sebastian with a slight frown "You know how rigid he is about the rules. He doesn’t just dislike dark magic—he outright despises it. He’s not going to understand why we’re even considering this."

Vianka thoughtfully, crossing her arms, "I know. Ominis has been through so much because of dark magic. His family used it to control and harm, and it left scars that no magic can heal. I understand why he’s reluctant."

"But that’s the thing—he refuses to see that dark magic isn’t inherently evil. It’s the person using it. If I told him we’re trying to save Anne with it, he’d still call me reckless, or worse."

Firmly, Vianka replied, "I get it, Sebastian. Ominis is scared because of his past, and I don’t blame him. But I don’t believe magic is black and white. Even a simple spell like Incendio can harm someone if it’s used with bad intentions. And dark magic? If wielded with a noble purpose… it can save lives. The key is our motivation."

Sebastian, "That’s why I trust you, Vianka. You don’t just see the bigger picture—you believe in doing what’s right, no matter how complicated it is. Together, we’ll figure this out. For Anne."

Vianka with quiet conviction, "For Anne. And for the chance to prove that even the darkest paths can lead to light, if the heart behind them is pure."

As Vianka and Sebastian explore dark magic through places like the Feldcroft Catacomb, the ancient Scriptorium, and other mysterious sites, the evidence of its potential grows. They encounter relics, texts, and traces of magic that suggest the possibility of reversing curses or healing deep afflictions. Now that they must find a piece to solve their puzzle, their last clues revealed about Slytherin Scriptorium. Like it or not they must ask Ominis help.

***

In The dimly lit Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night where students had slumbered, the air thick with tension. Ominis stands by the fireplace, his posture stiff, his unseeing eyes fixed as if gazing through the room. Vianka and Sebastian sit across from him, their faces shadowed by the flickering firelight.

Ominis with voice measured and cold, "So, you’ve come to me about the Slytherin Scriptorium. The very chamber where my ancestor reveled in their wicked ambitions. And you, Vianka, are letting Sebastian drag you into this madness?"

Vianka calm but firm "Ominis, it’s not madness. We’ve uncovered clues—traces of something that could help Anne. The Scriptorium holds knowledge tied to Salazar Slytherin. If there’s even a chance it could lead to a cure, shouldn’t we try?"

Ominis expression darkens, his tone sharp, "Salazar Slytherin cared nothing for healing or helping. His so-called legacy is a testament to his obsession with purging the wizarding world of Muggle-borns. Whatever lies in that chamber, Vianka, it was not meant for noble purposes. Dark magic always demands a price—a price far greater than you or Sebastian realize."

Sebastian said in defensive tone, "Ominis, you can’t just dismiss this because of your family’s mistakes. Anne is suffering. Don’t you think we should use every tool at our disposal? You’re the only one who can help us open the Scriptorium."

Ominis: (turning toward Sebastian, his voice rising in anger) "And what price are you willing to pay, Sebastian? What price are you willing to let Vianka pay? Have you even considered how dangerous this is for her? She isn’t a pure-blood like you and me—do you have any idea how our families would treat someone like her if they knew she was entering a place so tied to Slytherin’s twisted ideology? You’re putting her in danger, and for what?"

Sebastian was speechless. He clearly did not consider this risk. Yet, Vianka stepping in, her voice steady but empathetic, "Ominis, I knew the risks when I chose to help Sebastian. My blood status doesn’t define my worth, nor does it make me incapable of facing these challenges. I understand your fears, and I respect them, but Anne’s life is worth this risk."

"Risks? Vigilance? You speak with such conviction, Vianka, but you’ve never seen what dark magic does to people—not truly. It consumes them. My family is living proof. Every Gaunt who touched it was devoured by their own ambition and cruelty. I won’t stand by and watch it happen to you."

softly, Vianka tone tinged with sadness, "I understand your fears, Ominis. I know how much you’ve endured because of dark magic, and I don’t take this lightly. But if we don’t act, Anne will continue to suffer. I won’t pretend it’s without risk, but with caution and clear intentions, we can do this without losing ourselves."

pausing, Ominis voice softer but still laced with resistance, "You’re asking me to trust that you won’t be corrupted. That you’ll emerge unscathed from a place designed by someone who believed in superiority and power above all else. It’s not just the magic that concerns me—it’s what it takes from you."

Sebastian pleading, "We don’t have any other options, Ominis. You’ve seen Anne—she doesn’t deserve this. If there’s a way to help her, even a small chance, we have to take it. We need you."

Ominis voice strained, "We always have a choice… You’re reckless, Sebastian. You always have been. But Vianka… you’re different. You’re level-headed, thoughtful. If you truly believe this path is worth the cost, then I’ll help you. But mark my words—one wrong step, and this ends. I won’t stand by while you fall into the same darkness that destroyed my family."

"Thank you, Ominis. I promise, we’ll be careful. This isn’t about ambition or power—it’s about saving a life. And we won’t lose ourselves in the process."

Ominis exhaling deeply, as if resigned, "Very well. But know this—I’m not doing this for Sebastian. I’m doing it because I believe in you, Vianka. Don’t make me regret it."

***

The trio had planned to enter the Slytherin Scriptorium that night, with the intention of attending their classes as usual the next morning. After their magical beast care class, Vianka felt a sudden tug as someone cast an Accio spell on her, feeling a slight tingle in her body, like an electric current running through her. The spell cannot be done just by random people, pulling her smoothly across the corridor. She stopped just in front of the Room of Requirement, where Ominis, as the only person she knew who could accio her, stood waiting, his posture composed but his expression serious.

"Vianka," Ominis said softly, his tone both firm and hesitant. "Before we carry out our plan tonight, I need to talk to you—just the two of us. No Sebastian"

Without waiting for her response, he stepped inside the Room of Requirement, leaving the door ajar. Curious, and sensing the importance of his words, Vianka followed him inside.

Room of Requirement bathed in soft, golden light from enchanted lanterns. Shelves of magical artifacts and books line the walls, while a cozy seating area with an armchair and a small table sits in the corner. Ominis stands in the hidden corner of the room, waits for Vianka to step inside.

Vianka closing the door behind her, puzzled but calm, "Ominis, what’s this about? You pulled me here with quite the flair."

Ominis turning toward her, his voice soft, almost hesitant, "I needed to talk to you, Vianka. Just the two of us. No Sebastian. There are things I need to say—things you need to hear—before we go any further tonight."

Vianka tilting her head, stepping closer, her tone gentle, gazing into Ominis sightless eyes waiting for his next words

Ominis pausing, his face turned toward her as if trying to see her through sheer willpower, his voice quiet but full of emotion,  "The Slytherin Scriptorium isn’t just another place to explore, Vianka. It’s a dark stain on my family’s legacy, filled with traps and magic meant to protect Slytherin’s twisted ideals. Dark magic doesn’t just test your abilities—it tests your soul."

He reaches out hesitantly, his hand brushing against hers before he gently takes her fingers in his. His grip is firm yet tender, his thumb unconsciously tracing small circles on her knuckles.

"Ominis, I know how much this weighs on you, and I understand the risks. But Anne doesn’t deserve to suffer like this. If there’s even a chance we can find something to help her, shouldn’t we try?"

"You sound so certain, Vianka. So determined. It’s one of the things I admire about you." He tilts his head toward her face, his unseeing eyes filled with unspoken emotions. "But this… this place isn’t like the other sites we’ve explored. My aunt, Noctua—she was like you in so many ways. Brave, curious, always believing there was good to be found. She thought the Scriptorium might prove Salazar Slytherin was more than his obsession with blood purity. She went in, and she never came back."

Vianka eyes widen, concern flooding her voice, "Ominis… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. That must have been devastating for you." She gently squeezes his hand in return, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand in a comforting gesture.

Ominis nodding slowly, his head slightly bowed as if weighed down by the memory, "It was. She was the only light in my family’s darkness. Losing her showed me how cruel and unyielding dark magic can be. I’ve spent my life trying to escape its shadow, and now… now I find myself about to walk back into it. For you. For Sebastian. For Anne." He lifts his head slightly, tilting it toward her as his grip on her hand tightens protectively.

Vianka stepping closer, "I promise you, Ominis, I’m not going in blindly. I know the risks, and I’ll tread carefully. This isn’t about power or curiosity—it’s about helping someone who needs us. And I need you with us. Your guidance is what will keep us safe."

"You’re willing to risk so much for him… for Sebastian. Do you love him that much, Vianka? Enough that you’d sacrifice your life for him?" His words come out in a rushed, almost vulnerable whisper, his other hand clenching as though bracing for her answer.

Vianka blinking, momentarily confused by the question, "Love him? Ominis, Sebastian is my good friend. But this isn’t about that. It’s about solidarity. If something happened to my brother, I’d do the same for him. That’s just what you do for the people you care about."

Ominis seemed worry but also relieved at the same time.

Vianka pulled herself, "Ominis, I don’t understand. You’ve been so hesitant about this plan, more than I expected. I thought you’d be pushing us forward. After all, this is about saving Anne… I thought she was your—" (she hesitates before finishing) "—your love interest."

Ominis head tilts slightly in her direction, and a slow, genuine smile spreads across his face. The corners of his lips lift in an expression of quiet amusement, his cheeks tinged faintly pink. "Is that what you think, Vianka?"

Vianka gasped and closed her mouth immediately, heart beats were increasing, as if she spoke something dangerous. Her voice rising slightly in defense, "Well, isn’t she? I mean… I saw the way you looked at her previously in Fieldcroft and even… Your smile right now—it’s obvious! You do love her!" She closed her eyes, uncapable to escape a wrong path.

"Vianka, I…" he stops himself, letting out a quiet sigh as his smile lingers, his heart skipping at the realization of her jealousy. "Anne is my dear friend, someone I care for deeply—yes."

Vianka interjected, her expression falling slightly as she looks away, her tone subdued, "You don’t have to explain, Ominis. I get it. I didn’t mean to pry into your feelings. I just thought… Let us not discuss further, it is your personal feelings anyway, it was not my place to comment”

Ominis tone soft but firm as he steps closer, his unseeing eyes fixed as though searching for hers, "Vianka, you couldn’t be more wrong. My hesitation isn’t because of Anne or my feelings for her—it’s because of you."

Vianka turning back to face him, her brows furrowing in confusion, "Me? I don’t understand. Why would you—"

"Vianka, I… I trust you more than I trust anyone. But that’s what scares me. You’re the kind of person who would sacrifice yourself for others, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because of this." 

"Ominis, I understand. I really do. But that’s why we’re doing this together—so none of us has to face it alone. You’ve already done so much for me, and I’m grateful for your trust. We’ll be careful. I promise."

"Just promise me one thing, Vianka. If it ever feels like the cost is too great, if you see even the faintest sign that this magic is pulling you into something dangerous—you’ll stop. You’ll walk away. No hesitation." "I promise, Ominis. We’ll get through this together. I won’t let this consume any of us."

“Also one more thing..” Ominis voice was now lower, his eyes glaring emited seriousness, his hand brushes her shoulder

"What is what? Ominis, what are you—"

Ignoring her words, Ominis hand gently tracing her left side of her neck, and brushing aside her hair to reveal a faint glint of metal against her skin. Vianka was shiverring. His point fingers trace the edge of the chain until they find the small protection locket resting just above her collarbone. Once his, now hers. His touch is warm but firm, making Vianka jolt slightly in surprise

"Promise me, Vianka. In the name of Merlin, you must never, ever take this off. No matter what happens.”

Vianka breath catches, her voice barely above a whisper as she nods, feeling his intensity like a magnetic pull.

Ominis nodding, a faint smile playing on his lips despite the worry etched on his face, his voice soft "Very well. I’ll help you. Not because I trust Sebastian’s recklessness, but because I trust you. And because I can’t bear the thought of letting you face this alone."

As Ominis steps back, Vianka’s fingers instinctively touch the locket at her neck, the weight of both his words and his proximity still lingering. Her heart races, though she brushes it off as nothing more than the gravity of the mission ahead. Ominis, meanwhile, takes a steadying breath, his chest tightening with unspoken emotions as he fights to keep his feelings hidden. For a brief moment, the silence between them feels louder than any words they could say, a quiet connection forged in the flickering golden light.

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Year 5. Sebastian Dedication

Nothing was more miserable than the curse that plagued our lives—a cruel fate we were powerless to change. The words of description were merely an understatement for the circumstances Sebastian Sallow faced. His twin sister, bound to him by unbreakable ties of emotion and mind, had been cursed to the point she was experiencing nothing but a debilitating illness. For Anne Sallow, death seemed like a merciful release. But for now, she was forced to suffer in agonizing pain every day, living as nothing more than a shell of her former self.

Despite the sunny days, Sebastian's inner self was desolate. He put on a façade of being fun, easy-going, adventurous, loyal, impulsive, and a playboy to cover up his true feelings. As the saying goes, the deeper the wound inside, the brighter the mask one must wear. Sebastian was no stranger to this concept. But every now and then, in the middle of the night, he would break down and turn to his closest friends for consolation.

Vianka and Ominis located him in Southern Feldcroft, in front of Professor Sallow and Professor Sallow’s tomb. He remained on his knees for a prolonged period, enduring the relentless storms. When the wind finally pushed him over, Vianka and Ominis joined him and brought him into a mystical tent for shelter.

"Sebastian dear, would you like some firewhisky?" Vianka offered him a bottle, her heart aching for his pain. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he was going through; even as a listener such as herself, she knew his life was full of tragedy.

The parents of Sebastian were both esteemed professors at Hogwarts, renowned for their extensive research on ancient magical runes in the muggle world. Tragically, they both perished in a sudden and unexpected explosion. At the time, Sebastian and his twin sister Anne were only eight years old and were subsequently taken in by their Uncle Sollomon Sallow, who relocated them to Feldcroft Village. As if their lives hadn't been tortured enough, one day Anne was cursed by a goblin during an attack on the village. Sebastian had already lost his parents, and now his twin must endure unimaginable suffering. To make matters even more devastating, despite being a highly skilled auror, Uncle Sollomon accepted the fate when St. Mungo's hospital gave up on Anne's condition. Sebastian couldn't understand how his uncle could just give up like that, claiming that "Anne's illness cannot be cured."

"Thank you," he said, staring off into the distance. Even Ominis, his oldest and closest friend, was overcome by Sebastian's deep sorrow.

Vianka sat next to him, sipping firewhisky and tapping their bottles together. "Need someone to lean on? Or a hug?" Sebastian rested his head against Vianka's shoulder, both of them drinking in silence. They were best friends in heart and soul, able to communicate without needing words.

“Vianka?”

“Hmm?”

“If you do not say something on your mind, I probably will cry in 3 seconds.”

“Do you want to cry?”

“Boys don't cry?”

“Says who?”

“culture…”

“Bullshit… Go on crying; I’ll hug you and accompany you crying... When you finish crying, I’ll say my mind.”

“Why do you want to cry?”

“I am sad, Sebastian... That’s the normal things to do.”

For almost 10 minutes, both of them were crying, consoled each other, patted each other's backs, and said, “Its okay, Sebastian, we’ve got you ere. We love you and Anne. Both of you are our family too.”

Ominis starred at them, holding two big cups of hot chocolates. He handed it to them once the crying show was over. “Thanks, Om," Sebastian tried to arrange his emotion. As if his optimism never dried up, he tried to tease, "Vianka, my darling, your eyes now getting smaller as they transformed into thin lines”, Vianka laughed, “ha ha ha, by tomorrow morning, it's probably hard to see anything.”

They drink hot chocolate for more, as it showed the positive effect to wipe sadness temporarily, then eat frog chocolate and all-flavor-bertie nuts up to 3 in the morning. Ominis is half asleep but still can hear Vianka’s words.

“Sebastian,…” “My queen, Say your mind.”

“Do you want to hear my sharp words?”

“I love them actually.”

“Despite probably hurting you?”

“They enlighten me, darling.”

Silence for a moment, Vianka gathered her words.

“Fine. Now at the time your parents died, can you estimate how much they left you?”

“I never calculate anything. Why?”

“Its strange”

“Why?”

“Imagine, both of your parents were Hogwarts teachers AND research employees by the Ministry of Higher Education, right?”

Sebastian nodded.

“Suppose they made money since you were born, which i suspected sooner than that... it means they accumulate wealth for 8 years; they were both made double incomes; it means that should be quadruple income resources, right?”

He nodded. “I remember... actually, at that time, our home was not manor but big enough to afford a middle level of luxury.”

“Sure, say that per month Hogwarts teacher received 200 galleons, but doing research for ministry, once I collected the information, was no less than 300 galleons. It means that both of them made at least 1000 galleons per month. I checked that for their position, the home allowance and your early education were covered, part of the perks. Say that they had no yearly bonus, so in 8 years, how much money will they save?”

Sebastian “almost touched 100.000 galleons.”

Ominis scratched his ears and sat.

Vianka, “Yes, that was true, and when your parents died, both of you and Anne were brought to live in a small village, a very small and, sorry to say, house for the lower class.”

Sebastian glared, enlarged his eyes, something missing about his parents, yet his energy has increased in an instant rate. "Our Uncle never mentioned anything about my parent’s heritage at all; we were living in poverty funded by his salary as a senior auror; our condition was decrepit, darling.”

Vianka, "which is also strange for an esteemed auror like him.”

Ominis, "Shall we proceed with the investigation?"

Vianka, “Wait, there is one more thing.”

Both of the boys ask in unison, “What?”

“Have you ever read the works of Professor Sallow and Professor Sallow’s? Their book, academic articles, popular articles, research diaries, logbooks, notebooks, anything their thought?”

“I did not think about that.”

“Then we must find and read them first to prove my suspicion.”

“What is your suspicion, sweetie?”

“Now we place ourselves as ancient rune scholars... If we had 8 years experiences, if we found a very strange rune... Do we immediately examine them? No,… right? We put into safety box first and perform several test first…. If that is the field we research.”

“True indeed… my queen was right.“

"But once I heard Malfoy and Lestrange mocked your parents as muggle lovers...”

Ominis continued unexpectedly, “because Sebastian's findings eased muggle life, that was the reason the most sacred pureblood family kicked them out of list… I heard this a thousand of times.”

“That means that Sebastian's parents focus works were more likely social science than laboratory experience involved blasting.”

“And Sebastian's parents indeed inflicked some parties, which may or may not be holding a greater power.”

Sebastian gaze into a distant sky suddenly burst with energy. But before he could mutter something,

Ominis: "I’m in. Recognizing ancient runes happens to be my expertise—and you’re welcome."

Vianka: “I am the mastermind; you can never leave me and you are so welcome.”

***

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. Visiting Anne Sallow

As the crisp November air rushes by, signaling the end of another semester, the looming holiday season brings with it a never-ending stream of daunting essays and overwhelming homework assignments. And as if that weren't enough, Vianka and Sebastian find themselves constantly embroiled in battles against their enemies. Amidst all this chaos and responsibility, they struggle to balance their academic endeavors, studying tirelessly for Professor Fig's notoriously challenging assignments while also finding moments of respite in the dimly lit, emerald-toned Slytherin common room

The absence of Ominis from the trio has sparked rumors and gossip among the students. Malfoy made a snide comment, saying that “it was good to see that despite his blindness, Ominis could still recognize someone as unworthy as a mudblood." Lestrange added that “this was a relief, now, I could send an owl to my father claiming that Ominis was back to normal”. Vianka, though saddened by having to part ways with Ominis, could see that this separation had a positive effect on him. For the past year, he had tirelessly defended her in front of her parents, and now at least one family is at peace. After all, I was just a mudblood in their eyes

Tensions had risen between Sebastian, Vianka, and Ominis. Sebastian felt a twinge of guilt for teasing Vianka and Ominis - perhaps I had crossed a line. But how could I make amends? He was at a loss, unsure where he went wrong and when he should apologize to Ominis.

Meanwhile, Vianka reflected on her initial goals in Hogwarts: I need to accumulate enough wealth to support my family and help them rise out of poverty. She was determined not to let any love story sway her from this path. After all, Ominis was a Slytherin heir - there was no way he would give up his throne and leave his kingdom behind to run away with a mudblood like her.

Ominis watched as his oldest friend Sebastian fell deeply for Vianka and she just throw him out of her life. But just after their intimate moment during the birthday and Halloween dance party, it was as if Vianka had already forgotten about him. Ominis couldn't help to think perhaps she only chose me out of pity due to my disability, as no other girls showed interest in me.

His suspicions were further confirmed when he found out that Imelda had spiked her pumpkin juice, causing her sudden excitement and invitations to do unspeakable things with him that night.

Feeling lost and shattered, Ominis sought out Anne for guidance. As a girl, maybe she could offer him a different perspective on Vianka's recent actions, of which he was completely clueless about. Even if Anne couldn't provide any solutions, at least he needed a shoulder to cry on.

***

Meanwhile, Sebastian and Vianka had completed their final task of subduing the Trolls for the villagers. With Vianka's newfound mastery of transfiguration and ancient magic, she was now able to complement Sebastian's impulsive fighting style. She summoned a nearby boulder with an accio spell and quickly transformed it into exploding barrels. As they enlarged in size, she hurled them at the Trolls' heads with precision. Sebastian beamed with pride as he applauded her. "Well done, well done! Finally, my training has paid off!" Vianka laughed and replied, "I couldn't have improved my dueling skills without your help!"

Sebastian waved his hand and a magical tent appeared before them. "Let's go inside," he said, gesturing towards the entrance. "We can clean up, eat some food, gather some flowers, and then head to Feldcroft to see my sister." Vianka hesitated, "Does your sister really want to see me? If this is a family event, I don't want to intrude. Your time with her is important." Sebastian reassured her, "Don't be silly, darling! I've told her so much about you in my letters. She's been begging me to introduce you to her. She would love to meet you." Vianka smiled and nodded, "I hope we can become friends." Sebastian chuckled, "Of course! You two will get along famously."

"Sebastian, what are your sister's preferences? Her personality? Her appearance? Her dreams before being cursed? I never took the time to truly understand her. Please forgive my self-absorption," Vianka reflected on how she tends to talk more than she listens, despite having two ears and only one mouth.

Sebastian patted her on the back and reassured her, "Don't worry about it, sweetie… The girl just looked like a female version of me but pale. Despite being cursed and enduring immense pain, she still managed to be playful and fun, always with a smile on her face. However, there were many differences between us... She was more similar to Ominis in many ways. Mostly they loved indoor activities such as playing gobstones, cooking. Also, they both loved cleanliness and order, while I enjoy making a mess. They also enjoyed attending classical music concerts and even won a dance competition a few times. On the contrary, we excel at rocking out and jumping around erratically."

Vianka suddenly filled her emotion bags with tension and many bad voice whispered her brain now. Good, now that Anne could cook and dance beautifully without tripling and stepping the dance partners’ feet, something that I am incapable of… Perhaps, Anne was destinied for Ominis…

Vianka tried to maintain a calm expression as she asked, "Do Anne and Ominis both excel in dancing? Does Anne also play the piano like Ominis?" She hoped her words wouldn't give away her feelings and raise suspicion from Sebastian.

“They will work well together when Anne plays the violin. Our parents taught us classical music, and Anne excels at it. I, on the other hand, struggle a bit... you know how it is.”

Vianka's heart sank as she realized, Oh, Ominis and Anne were a perfect match

“Does she have similar behavior to Ominis? Does she also tend to adhere strictly to rules and maintain a strong moral code?”

Sebastian's grin widened, "What are you saying? Am I the rebel with a lax moral code?"

Vianka said flatly, "Sebastian, we are aware of our true identities, aren't we?"

“Yes, darling… that's it, they were always in sync with each other. Anne seemed to trust Ominis more than me, her twin brother. And unfortunately, Ominis often took Anne's advice over mine, even though I had been his closest friend for years. And please don't mention to Anne that we exhausted every possible avenue, from white magic to dark magic, from stones to ancient spells, in our search for a cure for her. She wouldn't appreciate it."

"It's not a problem. If something were to happen to my brother, I would do the same as you," Vianka responded.

Sebastian messed up Vianka's hair with a grin. "Thanks, sweetie" he said. "We have a great understanding."

"That's why you love me so much, isn't it?"

“That is true, my queen... If your love affair with Ominis doesn't work out, you can always come to me and force me to marry you instead. You have my words..", Sebastian reached Vianka hands, squeezed them, and then kissed them in the back, pretend to be a prince

"Do not let your imagination run wild. Remember, even though I am helping you, you are still under my employ."

Sebastian put on his best surrender face and knelt before her. " Yes my princess, You are such a strong, dominant woman," he said. "I would love to be your submissive."

Vianka rolled her eyes at Sebastian and gave a playful push to his chest. She could see the mischief in his expression and the dramatic way he knelt before her, grinning like a fool. “Stop, you’re such drama king”

Sebastian's laughter is infectious, filling the room with joy and mirth, his voice echoing against the walls as he continues to roll on the floor, “Yes I am the drama king but you are my queen”

***

Sebastian opened the door to his house in Feldcroft, gesturing for Vianka to come inside. She carried a bucket filled with Lily of the Valley, small and delicate white blooms that hung from slender stems with an alluring scent. Vianka had chosen these flowers after learning about Anne's personality from Sebastian; which similar to Ominis's.

As they approached the house, instead of seeing Anne and Uncle Sollomon inside, they found her with Ominis. The two were talking intimately, sitting close together and sharing a meal that they may have cooked themselves. Vianka couldn't help but think that the food smelled delicious unlike my own cooking abilities

Ominis jumped in surprise, unable to conceal his startlement as Vianka and Sebastian entered the old stone house.

Sebastian let out a sigh, clearly relieved to have found his friend. "Hey there, buddy. We've been searching for you everywhere!" Ominis remained silent, the tension between the two boys palpable.

As the tension in the room grew, Sebastian attempted to ease it by changing the subject. "Anne, this is my darling Vianka," he said with a smile. Anne reciprocated the smile and opened her arms to greet Vianka. "You're like a living doll, so beautiful, Im so pity you must stand my brother" she exclaimed. Vianka handed a flower to Anne, who was amazed. "How did you know my favorite flower? Even Sebastian can never guess."

Vianka couldn't help feeling jealous as she watched Ominis sitting closely to Anne, but she couldn't deny that she likes Anne personality.

“Sebastian mentioned to me how you differ from him,” Vianka began, gesturing towards Ominis. “He said you enjoy indoor activities like dancing and playing classical music, and that you have a passion for cooking and keeping things clean and orderly. He also mentioned your strong moral code, which is just like his.” Despite her glare, she attempted a sincere smile. “I believe those traits would be a good fit for this,” she pointed at the flowers.

Anne let out a loud laugh and patted Sebastian's shoulder. Sebastian gave a small smirk, but Ominis was feeling anxious. "That's exactly how my twin brother told you about me," she said.

"Did you actually not like it?" Vianka asked, curious about her reaction.

“Not that Ominis!” Anne said, “I was actually just trying to avoid him," Anne was gesturing towards Sebastian. "He's the real troublemaker here." Vianka joined in on the laughter, while Sebastian grinned and retorted, "Sis, you're overreacting... I'm an innocent and obedient kid, how could you accuse me like that? Sweetheart, do not believe my sister" The two girls continued laughing even harder.

Anne invited Vianka to join her and Ominis for Butterbeer at the dining table. Instead, Ominis chose to listen in on their girl talk rather than joining Sebastian for a drink of firewhisky in front of the fireplace.

Sitting side by side, the girls took turns braiding each other's hair. Anne admired Vianka's long, black locks and radiant complexion and joked, "If you keep this up, a prince charming might come knocking." But Vianka replied, "There's no time for love when I have to focus on building my fortune." The girls hugged in agreement before continuing their bonding session.

"I heard about what happened to you from Sebastian," Vianka said, her voice full of sympathy. "I'm so sorry... I hope you can find a way out of it." Anne reached over and gently brushed Vianka's hair as she replied, "It was a while ago. I've learned to cope with it now. When the pain hits, I just have to let go and accept it." She opened up about her vulnerability to Vianka in that moment.

Vianka was saying, "Now I understand why Sebastian never gave up and worked tirelessly day and night to find a solution." Vianka responded from the heart, "He did? Why would he sacrifice his youth?" To which Anne replied, "No, he was right from the beginning to never give up on you, Anne. If anything were to happen to my brother, I would do the same for him. And now, if there's anything you need, I will do everything in my power to help you." Vianka held Anne's hands in a show of empathy and emotional support.

“Thank you, Vianka,” said Anne gratefully. “Please take care of my brother while I'm gone. Now I understand why so many boys are drawn to you. You're more than just a pretty face; you have a big heart and an amazing personality.” Vianka was confused by the compliment. “So many boys? Who would fall for me? I'm a stubborn and calculating witch who can't even cook...ha ha ha,” she teased. “Oh, there was someone else, but I won't say his name,” Anne said slyly, avoiding Ominis' disapproving gaze. “And another one was Duncan Hobbhouses...”

Vianka gasped "Duncan? Duncan who?" she asked Anne, her curiosity piqued. She turned to Ominis. "He's your arch-enemy, right?" Ominis sighed and struggled to find the right words.

Anne, who had been listening in on their conversation, chimed in with interest. "So Duncan and Ominis have a history," she remarked.

Sebastian joined in, adding more fuel to the fire. "Their fights were intense and fueled by a deep-seated resentment." Vianka was confused. "But Anne, I don't think Duncan ever had any interest in me. He only asked for my help once, to obtain a venomous tentacula's leaf." Sebastian nodded knowingly. "That's why he gave you a heart-shaped stone inside the knut pouch, darling." Vianka was surprised. "Sebastian, how did you know that?" He shrugged casually. "I am your employee which did your basic accounting and calculated the revenue from that transaction."

Anne continued, "So, Amit-" but she was cut off by Vianka's interjection, "No, Amit was a dear friend". Sebastian chimed in, "My sweetheart, Amit generously provided us with an ancient interpretation of Gobbledegook while we were searching for treasure,… and dont forget he let go to you a telescope worth 50 Galleons for free". Vianka let out a sigh and turned to Sebastian, "Why are you always so calculating?" Sebastian replied, "I'm just following your example, princess". Anne laughing hard.

Ominis suddenly locked eyes with Anne, silencing her instantly. "Sebastian, Uncle Sollomon is here. Let's not cause any unnecessary commotion," she said. Sebastian quickly got up and left the group, disappearing into the snowy night.

Anne instructed, "Vianka, please follow Sebastian. He will be arguing with our Uncle, who he despised deeply. I trust in your negotiation skills and know that you can handle this." Vianka wasted no time and quickly left the house to catch up with Sebastian.

Only Ominis and Anne remained in the house. Ominis turned to her, pleading, "Can you finally support my narrative now? It’s clear they truly love each other, isn’t it?" His shoulders slumped in despair.

"Ominis, it's clear that she has feelings for you. She seemed jealous when entering this house," Ominis interjected. "But you heard that! Sebastian calling her 'darling', ‘sweetie’, ‘my queen’, ‘princess’ and leaning in to kiss her." Anne asked, "Did you actually see them kissing? And how many other girls have my brothers called darling in the past?"

Ominis wasn't sure. "Please, Anne, I ask for honesty. Don’t simply tell me what you think I wish to hear. It’s evident that she believes Sebastian is better suited to accompany her on their adventures. She loves him in return."

"I don't understand why you're so hard on yourself, but she and Sebastian have a mutually beneficial relationship. They have amassed a fortune together for their own purposes," Anne replied. Ominis still couldn't shake his doubts and slumped his shoulders.

"Ominis, After telling you my little secret, do you doubt me now?" Ominis' eyes filled with hope once again as he shook his head, resembling a happy puppy. He followed Sebastian and Vianka outside. His smile ear to ear, forget that he was once sad.

With a smirk, Anne pulled her hidden book out from under her pillow. "The Legillimens with Silenced Spells," she thought to herself, channeling Sebastian's expression when he had mischief on his mind.

"Ominis, Merlin I never thought he was a slave for love… I have a spicy story to share with you, Sebastian," she said coyly, mimicking his tone and intent. She immediate craft her next gossip owl to Sebastian.

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. Ominis Storms After The Balls

[WARNING: This part is IMPLICIT. Do not read if you havent reached 18 years]

The Halloween Balls brought about a change in Vianka's surroundings. Ominis no longer looked at her the same way; every time he spoke to her, he would stumble over his words. To make matters worse, he now seemed to avoid her altogether, much to Vianka's frustration.

While she did not mention it to Sebastian, Vianka was convinced that she had felt a buzzing sensation and warmth coursing through her body at the Halloween Ball, right after taking a sip of pumpkin juice from Imelda. As the night went on, she and Ominis kept darting around the castle, witnessing couples displaying excessive amounts of affection. She blushed and could tell that Ominis was also feeling bashful. Eventually, they ended up in front of her room of requirement, where she almost passed out from the overwhelming sensations.

She woke up the next morning, relieved to find herself fully dressed and clean. Her hair was in its natural state, and the bedsheet was tidy. It seemed that the overly intimate scenes with Ominis were just a dream. Vianka's face flushed with embarrassment as she thought about her dream with Ominis, her cheeks turning as red as the apples on the trees outside her window. She couldn't bear to imagine those scenes actually happening. She was grateful for this realization because she couldn't bear to face Ominis if it had actually happened. To confirm her suspicion, she found a letter from Ominis explaining that they both caught a fever while running around the castle the previous night.

After that day, she spent all her free time in the undercroft with Sebastian. A part of her hoped Ominis would join them there too. They were drawn to the books on curses and how to reverse them, or improving the world from a wizard's perspective, searching for anything that could help improve Sebastian's life.

“Sebastian, do you think Ominis is disgusted by me? I get the sense that he was upset when I asked him to dance with me at the Halloween Ball, like he was trying to avoid me afterwards.”

Sebastian had become a more reliable companion now. "Nope darling, Just give him some time, he probably has some task to attend to. There's no way he hates you, that's impossible," she reassured herself.

Sebastian looked at her intently, but his cheeks would turn pink if he held the gaze for more than five seconds. He reached out with his quill and gently tickled her cheek. "Oh my sweetheart, Why didn't you choose me instead?" he asked playfully, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

Vianka said flatly, "Sebastian, you're my friend, but I can't handle any more hate from your fangirls if I steal you away from them."

She added, "And why does Ominis disgust me so much? I must have crossed a line somewhere. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I found him cute"

“That's impossible... because I saw a different side of you that night.”

“What side?”

Sebastian tilted his head and removed the hair stick that Vianka used to hold her bun in place, allowing her waist-length silky black hair to cascade down. His face showed a mix of shock and admiration.

“Even the stone gargoyles were impressed by you that night, darling” he teased.

Vianka remained stoic. “Don't start, Sebastian.”

“To be honest, I always knew you were cute, but I never realized how beautiful you truly are, my queen… My brain froze when I saw you that night.” He playfully lifted Vianka's chin with one of his quills and leaned in closer to examine her face in more detail.

If Vianka didn't have such a deep understanding of Sebastian's character, she would have blushed and stumbled by now. But because she knows him so well, she remains calm and collected, even as her voice takes on a hint of flirtation. "Go ahead and try me," she challenges with a playful smile, "I guarantee your lips will swell up like mooncalf eyes."

Sebastian is about to playfully lean in closer, but the sudden opening of the undercroft door catches their attention. Ominis enters and immediately senses the tension between Vianka and Sebastian.

"My apologies for the interruption." his eyes, though blind, revealed a deep wound, hinting at a falling out between his two dearest friends.

His inner thought was racing, I am not jealous. If Sebastian were to fall for Vianka, I could hardly fault him—he’s a capable man, far more suited than I am to protect her during any perilous adventures. After all, I am merely a disabled individual, am I not?

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" Sebastian speaks casually as if nothing has happened, even though something clearly has.

"Anne sent me an owl requesting that the three of us—you, me, and her—gather this weekend." Ominis pointed at Vianka.

Ominis's voice is harsh and strained, his words laced with sadness and frustration. Vianka was confused, wondering what could have made Ominis so upset.

"Ominis," Vianka shouted, "It's not what you think."

"Do not presume to tell me what I saw. Blind though I may be, my other senses function perfectly well!" The quick sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls as he stormed out of the undercroft.

Vianka after him. Sebastian after Vianka. But none can find Ominis.

***

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. Contemplation of Halloween Balls

[WARNING: This part is NFSW, do not read if you have not yet reach 18 years old]

***

As the night of the Halloween Ball came to an end, Ominis had a realization: Vianka's appearance at the ball was like a vision from his sacrosanct dreams. Her skin was as pure and radiant as freshly fallen snow, her intoxicating apple-English pear with a subtle note of musk scent captivated him completely. Her silky, lustrous black hair cascaded down to her waist, and she wore a cultural dress that exuded grace and elegance. He couldn't help but be drawn to her plump, candy-colored lips. To avoid making any mistakes, he had to constantly remind himself not to act inappropriately.

That night, he was taken aback by the unexpected, but he managed to conceal his shock and maintain a poker face. Ominis, although blind, was certain that he had never seen any mythical creatures in paintings, sculptures, or even in his imagination as beautiful as Vianka. They danced together for what felt like an eternity, with every triple step she took, he lifted her gracefully to save her from any embarrassment. Despite her lack of dancing skills, Ominis couldn't help but feel elated when Vianka laughed. He still couldn't understand how she transformed that night, despite Sebastian's explanation that Vianka sought advice from the Ravenclaw ghost. However to maintain her beauty overnight, she could only speak just one word. And that night, Ominis couldn't have been happier when she repeated his name over and over again.

Everything was going smoothly between them. She gently guided his hands to all of members of her face: her eyes, cheeks, jawline, nose, lips, knowing he was clueless about her true identity. They danced, laughed, and even held hands as they enjoyed each other's company. She lovingly fed him a sweet cupcake in recess time and they played with Grimmod outside together.

***

Once they grew tired of playing with the ball, they snuck off to a secluded area near the entrance of the viaduct. Their cheeks flushed with anticipation, she pretended to run away and he chased after her, holding onto her waist as they rolled around on the damp grass behind the Magical Beast class.

Their hearts racing, they continued their game of running and catching in search of another hidden spot, but were soon distracted by the sight of Garreth passionately kissing a mysterious girl. They quickly hid behind a nearby wall, unable to contain their curiosity as she giggled with excitement.

Ominis pulled Vianka close, encircling her waist with his arms as they watched the show together. Her back pressed against his chest, she could feel the rapid and irregular beat of his heart. Garreth's wild kissing on screen had Ominis in a state of frenzy, and he pulled Vianka's face towards his, their cheeks touching as they watched. "This turns you on, doesn't it?" Ominis growled in a low, almost venomous tone. Vianka was indeed aroused by the scene before them, but just as she was about to let out a gasp, Ominis silenced her with his fingers on her lips. The intensity of their shared desire filled the air like electricity, sparking between them with every touch.

His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Don't make a sound. Just enjoy watching Garreth." And then his fingers were there, brushing against her lower lips and setting her entire body on fire. Vianka felt the heat spread through her abdomen and down her inner thighs, unable to contain the wetness that soaked her underpants. She was certain Ominis had bitten her ear, but she didn't care as she tilted her head to look at him. Their hungry eyes locked in a primal gaze, each one intending to devour the other. Without hesitation, she traced his jawline, chin, collarbone, and chest with her pointed finger like an artist creating a masterpiece. But when she pinched his nipple, it was as if she had lit a fuse inside of him. Ominis pulled her body closer to his, their embrace growing tighter as they both reveled in the intense desire pulsating between them.

The mounting tension between them felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. Desperate for a release, they frantically searched the castle for a secluded spot away from Garreth's grasp. But every nook and cranny was taken, occupied by couples lost in their passionate embraces or selfishly indulging in sexual acts. Fuelled by a fiery determination, Vianka dragged him into the Room of Requirement, her grip tight and unrelenting as she slammed the door shut behind them. They had to find relief, no matter the cost.

***

Anxiety gnawed at Ominis' insides as his mind raced with forbidden thoughts. Every fiber of his being screamed to kiss Vianka, caress her, and ravish her in a primal desire. But he fought against these urges, determined to keep her pure and untouched even after tonight. His body betrayed him, evident in the growing bulge tenting his pants.

And then it hit him like a curse. He had to distance himself from Vianka, terrified that he would defile her innocence. In his studies of muggles, Ominis had learned of their backward views on virginity for women. Knowing she was a muggle-born, he couldn't ignore their societal values and culture. He knew he must respect her and keep her honor intact at all costs.

Despite his fears of being rejected, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to show Vianka how much she meant to him. He gently grasped her hands and pressed a kiss to their backs, taking in the sweet scent of English pear at its peak. Her skin was soft and delicate, like brand new silk or peach skin or that of a newborn baby. He traced and kissed every inch of her hands, feeling as if his heart was skipping not just one but two or three beats.

His hands couldn't help but stroke her face again, caressing her cheeks and whispering sweet words of admiration. "You are truly stunning today, Vianka. I can hardly breathe when I'm near you," he confessed. She responded with nothing more than a soft "Ominis", her voice holding a sensual tone as if she were teasing and testing his limits.

He continued to flatter her appearance; her eyes were as beautiful as goose feathers, her nose cute and delicate, and her lips parted slightly as if inviting him in. Overwhelmed by desire, Ominis struggled to contain himself as he grazed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.

He couldn't contain his desire any longer, his lips softly brushing against her ear as he gave into his primal instincts and flicked his tongue along her skin. She let out a guttural moan in response, her body arching towards him with unbridled need.

"Vianka," he whispered, "I've fantasized about making love to you every night, until you were consumed by waves of pleasure, screaming and crying in ecstasy... every single night. And I always wake up with my sheets drenched in sweat and semen."

In that moment, Ominis felt like he could lose his sanity just being with Vianka. "Vianka, you have to slap me," Ominis insisted. But instead of pushing herself away from him, Vianka was pulling him closer, her breaths coming in shallow gasps and her eyes glistening with unshed tears. As they pressed against each other, Ominis could feel Vianka's shapely breasts against his chest and he couldn't help but notice her perfectly curved figure. Despite trying to focus on Socrates' teachings to lessen his urge, Ominis could feel his desire growing beyond control. He needed to find a way to stop this passionate encounter without embarrassing Vianka or himself.

Feeling frustrated that Ominis hadn't made a move, Vianka took matters into her own hands. She tugged on Ominis's tie, leading him to the bed and lying down immediately. Pulling him close, she easily reached his lips. Ominis couldn't resist her kiss; it was what he had wanted for so long. Her frantic hand roamed over his back as she peeled off his suit jacket. He felt suffocated as soon as he became shirtless.

Vianka trailed her fingers down his jawline, over his chin and collarbone, lingering on his nipple before moving further down to his abdomen and the covered area of his shaft. She used force and pressed her nails into his skin as she explored.

Vianka pressed her lips against Ominis's with a desperate longing, their mouths devouring each other in a frenzied exchange of tongues and saliva. She couldn't help but moan, her voice betraying her desire. Hearing her only fueled Ominis's arousal.

She traced her fingers over his chest, pinched his nipples, expertly finding every nerve to ignite him with pleasure. Ominis tried to focus on Socrates' teachings, but Vianka's touch was too distracting. Suddenly, his wand performed spells he imagined in his head, as the fabric of her dress and undergarments were shredded by a powerful spell.

With no more barriers between them, Vianka laid down before him, her body slick with sweat and longing. Her gaze is sultry and dangerous, her lips parted invitingly. She moves with confident grace, revealing more and more of her skin with each gesture. She made no effort to conceal herself, confidently displaying her curves and enticing him with every gesture. She took both of Ominis' hands to guide them along her body, reveling in the pleasure it brought her. Her moans were long and audacious, making it difficult for him to resist her charms. Her skin is soft and smooth beneath his fingertips, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

With a seductive smile, she raised her hands above her head, showcasing her pert nipples and ripe breasts. Her curves were accentuated by the silky bedsheet that clung to her body, emphasizing her perfect shape. She exuded a dangerous heat, like a coiled serpent waiting to strike, daring anyone to touch her without permission.

These scenes were just like the ones in his recurring dreams, but Omnis was stressed by the fact that this was not a dream. Vianka's luscious lips were moist and inviting as they traced a path down Omnis' neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hair fell in dark waves around her face, framing her alluring eyes that gleamed with wicked intent. As she pressed her body against his, her curves were accentuated by the dim lighting, her skin glowing like a goddess.

Vianka, still teasing him to explore her body, was now kissing him wildly and licking his lips and ears in sensual ways. She seemed to know exactly how to turn him on and make him erect. Omnis' tongue failed him as he immediately responded to Vianka's actions. Omnis hungrily devours Vianka's nipples, his mouth forming a perfect seal around them as he suckles and slurps, his eyes locked onto her heaving chest and hardened peaks.

"Vianka, I'm losing my mind... I don't know how to stop, so please kick me or slap me if you want to preserve your virginity."

Vianka's legs parted, revealing her most intimate area. Her skin was flushed and glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her movements graceful like a dancer in the dim lighting. Her toe perched on Omnis's shoulder, proudly present to Ominis.

Omnis was unable to resist his desire and immediately began to tease her labia with his fingers. He was nothing but a slave to his lust.

Vianka's breathing became heavier and more labored as Omnis traced his tongue up her inner knee, eliciting loud moans and cries of pleasure from her.

Omnis felt Vianka's toe on his shoulder, a reminder that she surrender to him. With his fingers, he teased her labia, feeling the softness and wetness of her folds. He revealed her clitoris. Omnis circled and felt it with his finger, marveling at its shape that resembled the pistils of flowers. He was exploring every contour and causing her to shudder with pleasure. The scent of apples and English pears filled the air, intoxicating him even more.

Ominis' tongue failed him once again as he tasted her clitoris; it was a mix of salty and sweet, like vanilla. He licked it again and again, with stroke or with gentleness, as she cried out in pleasure. His fingers danced in and out, searching for her most sensitive spots while his tongue explored wildly.

Her fingers intertwined in his blonde locks as she cried out his name, "Ominis... oh... Ominis." But he didn't ease off; instead, he quickened the pace of his fingers and tongue, eliciting even louder screams from her. He could tell she had climaxed when her sweet nectar flowed into his mouth. He savored every drop, sipping and slurping until there was nothing left. She pushed his head deeper between her legs, urging him to continue pleasuring her.

After releasing Vianka energy, Ominis was finally able to catch his breath. He immediately found a spot on her neck and pressed down with just the right amount of pressure to put her in a deep sleep. Once she was asleep, he planned to repair her ripped clothing and attend to his own needs.

However, his primal urges screaming and cannot be eased with anything, he hastily strips off his pants and begins to pleasure himself with a frenzied desperation. In his mind, Vianka is there, her lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking him deep and hard while her tongue teases every inch. He can almost feel her hands exploring his balls, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. The intensity builds until he reaches a peak of ecstasy, imagining himself losing control under Vianka's skillful touch.

His imagination overwhelms him, and he takes hold of Vianka's hand, forcefully guiding it to touch his hard shaft. Even in her sleep, her hands are still hers, and he craves more from her. With her lying nude before him, he spreads her legs and runs his tongue over her labia and clitoris, using his fingers to part her labia. He then presses his growing shaft against her entrance but stops himself from performing penetration. He recalls this scene from a racy novel he had secretly read before.

Despite his best efforts, he could not fully contain himself. His shaft remained partially exposed as he fought against the urge to enter her tight canal, settling for vigorous petting instead. "This is as far as I can go," he gasped, desperately trying to control his arousal with frantic movements up and down.

As his pace increased, he could no longer resist and grabbed her breasts with one hand while using the other to part her labia, reaching the peak of pleasure. His seed overflowed into Vianka's waiting lower stomach, soaking the bedsheet with a torrent of his copious juices. It was an experience unlike any other, leaving him spent and breathless in its wake.

Ominis was filled with fear of making a mistake, so he quickly changed the bedsheet where Vianka lay. He *reparo* their clothes and dressed himself before giving her one last kiss on her hair, ear, cheeks, forehead, lips, and hands. He even took a moment to suck on her breast and nipple once more before reluctantly leaving. As he cleaned up Vianka and made sure she was neat, he promised himself to be a better man from now on. He hoped that one day Vianka would forgive him and possibly accept his proposal, anyway she is his future Mrs. Gaunt.

He crafted a scenario to manipulate the situation, fearing that Vianka would feel insecure upon learning that she had been "tainted" despite she was still virgin. He recalled his promise to keep Vianka pure and virgin, as she was the most precious girl in the world to him. He left a note behind with this thought in mind.

"I believe we both caught a fever last night, Vianka. So I took you to the Room of Requirement, gave you some medicine and made sure you were comfortable before tucking you in. I'll check on you again in the morning and have Deek stand guard over you for the rest of the night. Don't worry about me and anything else - yours forever, Ominis”

***

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. The Halloween Balls

With sonora spells, Mr. Moon's announcement about the upcoming Halloween ball echoed throughout the castle, much to Sebastian's annoyance. He found Peeves' annoying jokes to be more enjoyable than hearing Mr. Moon's voice repeated over and over again.

“All the students were required to gather in their respective common rooms at 5pm and depart for the Great Hall together by 5:15pm sharp. Tardiness was not tolerated and appropriate attire was expected.”

Sebastian and Ominis, however, were too preoccupied playing with their new puppy, Grimmond, who had just arrived that morning. They hadn't seen Vianka, but assumed she was getting ready with the other girls for the ball.

“Grimmond, here come to Uncle Sebastian”, he called out to the playful pup, who happily wagged his tail at the sound of his name. Sebastian had already given him treats five times in just two hours.

“Grimmond boy, come here to Papa”, He devoured the treats in record time, eager to retrieve the squeaky toys from Ominis. The energetic puppy let out excited woofs and eagerly snuggled up to him, knowing he would always have an unlimited supply of treats and toys. His fur was soft and fluffy, begging to be petted.

Vianka was feeling frustrated; her mother's instructions to apply various cosmetics and accessories were not as simple as they seemed. She was too embarrassed to ask for help from the other girls, since society believed that at her age, she should already know how to groom and beautify herself. If only she could attend the ball with just a tuxedo and tie, like how easily Sebastian changed his outfit. She hid under the viaduct entrance, seeking advice from Ravenclaw's ghost - a friend she had made a month ago.

The ghost-whose-name-was-hidden-due-to-her-principle,

was a composed woman with long hair and pearl-like skin.

She was taciturn, but when she did, her words were like treasure, for she was a wise philosopher, as most students of Ravenclaw are. Though she was transparent (being a ghost and all), Vianka could still see the trace of her past life on her healthy skin. Therefore, Vianka concluded that she was the perfect ghost to be consulted for beauty advice.

Vianka had given her the nickname "Miss with the Calming Aura." The ghost of Ravenclaw led her to a hidden water spring located just behind the Quidditch pitch. "Soak yourself here, wash your face and hair, hold your breath, and let your true beauty shine from within," she said.

The instructions were simple yet crucial. As she submerged herself in the frigid water, it felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin, sending electrifying waves of pain through her body. She fought to stay upright, gritting her teeth as she counted down the minutes, praying she could hold on for just 15 more minutes.

Frantically gasping for air, she endures the stinging cold and runs a comb through her waist-length hair. With each stroke, knots of tangled hair painfully snap and tear, but she perseveres until most of it cascades down her back in soft waves. In a moment of shock, she discovers that her once unruly mane has transformed into sleek, silken strands that radiate an intense shade of obsidian. The rich color shines like a beacon in the dim light, accentuating her alluring scent that lingers in the air - a blend of crisp apples and ripe English pears.

Afterwards, she slipped into an ensemble that embodied her father's ancestry - a breathtaking broken white hanfu crafted from delicate silk. The form-fitting top accentuated her petite yet curvy frame, while the billowing bottom gracefully cascaded around her ankles with each stride. She smoothed down the fabric, revealing her alluring collarbone and gently touching the locket given to her by Ominis on their last encounter. She reassured herself that it was still securely in place.

Vianka drapes a sheer pastel shawl over her delicate shoulders, the light fabric billowing and catching in the wind. A silver sash adorned with intricate bird embroidery cinches her waist, accentuating her slim figure. She applies a light makeup, dabbing white face powder, brushing eyelashes, then opting for a bold red lip stain that contrasts with her otherwise neutral look. Her hair is adorned with a precious jade hairpin, passed down through generations, adding a touch of tradition and symbolism to her appearance. In this moment, she is unrecognizable at just a glance, transformed into an ethereal beauty radiating power and grace. She ended the ritual with praying, “my ancestor, bless me tonight” and she thanked the ghost lady.

She snuck a glance at the clock and realized she was behind schedule, so she hurried towards the great hall where the event was being held. Despite Vianka was already too far, she could hear the ghost last saying that night“Too many words spill out like vomit, overwhelming and suffocating the true essence of beauty. Silence is often more powerful than a barrage of thoughtless words. You can only say one word tonight, choose wisely”

***

Sebastian anxiously checked the time, it was already 5:05 pm. He searched high and low for Vianka, using his connections and fans to track her down, but she was nowhere to be found. "She must have run away!" Ominis panicked. "She was so hopeless with makeup and getting dressed up." Imelda, who was wearing a vibrant, billowing skirt, chimed in, "I haven't seen her either. She's not coming with us girls." Violet added, "I'm not sure, Ominis. The last time I saw her, she was running off with her bag, saying she had to meet her Ravenclaw friend." Ominis' heart sank. He blamed himself for forgetting to ask Vianka to come with him, assuming she would just automatically join him or Sebastian at the ball. He never thought she would choose Amit over them. It must be because he was so nice to her and they bonded over Goobledegook and Astronomy talks.

Sebastian, “Grimmond, here sniff my princess Vianka handkerchief, can you help us find her?”, Grimmond signaled that Vianka was not in the Slytherin Common Room and ordered them to go outside.

The group of Slytherins made their way through the hall, with Sebastian leading the pack and Grimmond walking by his side. Ominis trailed behind, feeling hopeless and out of place. "Hey, don't stress," Sebastian reassured him. "There's no way Vianka would choose Amit over us. And even if they are dating, it won't last long. My queen can't resist my charm." Sebastian winked with his overconfidence. Ominis deadpanned, "Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Sebastian."

***

Dancing in The Great Hall

The Slytherin crowd was the last to arrive at the Great Hall, where the other houses were already gathered, jeering and cheering. The once dark and solemn Great Hall was now glowing with warm, golden light. The walls were adorned with shimmering decorations and drapes of colored fabric, transforming the space into a breathtaking dance venue. The ornate chandeliers twinkled from the ceiling, reflecting off the smooth marble floors below. A stage stood at one end, with a full orchestra and grand piano set up, ready to serenade the dancing couples.

Sebastian, Ominis, and Grimmon had been searching for any sign of Vianka, asking friends from different houses, but she was still missing. At this point, Ominis suggested that Sebastian sneak out to look for her outside. However, Sebastian was preoccupied with charming the girls who fawned over him, even introducing Grimmond as his godson. Violet shyly pet the young boy and exclaimed, "Aww, such a cute puppy."

A sudden commotion was caused by Garreth Weasley, dressed in a tattered robe that did nothing to diminish his charm. He was out of breath and his face and ears were flushed red as he cried out, "I'm amazed!" He paused to catch his breath before continuing, "I've never seen anything like it in my life - she was nodding and smiling at me!" Ominis, curious about the cause of the commotion, asked his companion Lucan, who also had rosy cheeks. "What happened?" Lucan blushed even more as he answered, "We encountered a fairy over there," pointing towards the edge of the hall where they were hidden behind an armored knight statue. "And it was as if Garreth was possessed - he knelt down and started asking the fairy something."

Garreth was about to regain his awareness, but just then, Duncan came up and exclaimed with tears in his eyes, "my eyes were dazzled, my heart felt like it would burst." Then, within seconds, he fainted. Even Poppy confessed, "Why did my heart race when I saw her? She's like a fairy or a star tonight...She smiled at me so kindly. I have to get her autograph."

Ominis couldn't resist checking the source of the commotion. A Hufflepuff muttered, "She just shook her head and said nothing." A serious Ravenclaw added, "She possessed wisdom from our house, rejecting you with a simple closing of her eyes and a hint of a smile." Cressida Blume from Gryffindor exclaimed, "I envy her perfect, porcelain skin that radiates and her calming scent that touched my heart." Her friend chimed in, "She's like a doll; thank Merlin she's not a student, or else she'd have all the boys' attention."

At last, he discovered the fairy. The tales and accounts Ominis heard on his journey did not do justice to the being in front of him. She was the most breathtaking creature he had ever encountered, and Ominis couldn't help but feel drawn to her even though he knew it was wrong. He tightened his grip on his wand, wishing it could give him more insight into this mysterious creature. This was the first time his blindness made him feel helpless instead of powerful.

Ominis was completely lost, unaware of Sebastian's presence beside him. Grimmond eagerly barked at the fairy. With a grin on his face, Sebastian awed "Merlin, what a sight! Her skin as white as porcelain, her long hair black as obsidian and as shiny as silk. She wore a mostly white dress with a soft pastel green shawl draped over her curvy body. Her collarbones were alluring and her scent was irresistible; I fell in love with her instantly. Ominis, I believe I have found my true love...I must propose to her before anyone else does." But before Sebastian could react or respond, Grimmond had already pulled him along and ran towards the fairy, escaping from Sebastian' grasp.

The fairy knelt down to pet Grimmond, and suddenly all eyes were filled with jealousy towards the little puppy. "Well played, Sebastian, you truly are a master strategist," a Griffindor boy remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

As Sebastian approached, the girl's face lit up with a smile and she reached out her hands to him. "Hello," he said, returning the gesture. "I'm Sebastian Sallow." But instead of reciprocating his introduction, the girl's expression turned serious and she pulled out a small parchment and a quill from her robe. She quickly wrote something down and showed it to him: "WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU AND OMINIS EVERYWHERE." Sebastian was taken aback and studied the girl's features more closely. He couldn't shake the feeling that they had met before. Perhaps she was his wife in a past life? The fairy wrote again and showed him: "DON'T BE RIDICULOUS! THIS IS ME! THE STORY IS LONG, BUT I CAN ONLY SPEAK ONE WORD TONIGHT! NOW PLEASE HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE."

Before Sebastian could comprehend the situation, the fairy showed her desperate yet undeniably beautiful face. As she tilted her head, she thinks she found her treasure. She whispered in a calming voice, "Ominis...", she reached out to hold his hand with happiness.

In that moment, he questions his sanity as her grip tightens and he realizes he may violate his moral standard.

Chaos erupted as they all cheered and made a racket. "Out of all the charming boys here, she chooses the blind one!" Duncan woke up and insulted him, "Shut your mouth, Hobbshouse! He's the Heir of Slytherin, you know." Imelda defended her housemate, "Hey Ominis, how much have you suffered in this life to earn such good karma?" Amit, who used to be wise and composed, was now shouting at him with jealousy. Garreth couldn't accept his defeat and threatened to tell Vianka. The mention of Vianka's name made Ominis feel uneasy. However, the more he tried to distance himself from this fairy, the more she seemed to cling on to him.

The fairy enchanted Ominis and led him onto the dance floor. She placed his hands around her waist and prepared to dance with him.

Sebastian finally caught on to what was happening; Grimmond had already grabbed his sash and pulled him onto the dance floor as well, following after them.

Ominis struggles to regulate his breathing as the fairy is so close, he can hear her every breath. "Um, Miss..." he begins to say, but then he catches a familiar scent: a combination of apple and English pear. The fairy gazes intently into his clouded eyes and speaks his name, her voice a seductive whisper that echoes through his veins like a siren's call. "Ominis..." The sound electrifies his body, sending shivers down his spine, awaking him and causing his muscles to tense in response.

As she notices his confusion about her appearance, she gently takes his hands and places them on her jawlines, cheeks, and chin in hopes of triggering a memory. After a brief moment, Ominis realizes, "Vianka, is that you?" She nods and a sense of relief floods over Ominis. He pulls her into a tight embrace, closing the distance between them.

They dance all night long.

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Year 5. Ominis Halloween Birthday

As the sun rose on Halloween day, the mist from last night's shower lingered in the air. Sleeping Ominis was abruptly awakened by multiple unknown individuals nudging him. "Ominis...wake up," came a deep and annoyed voice. Another person chimed in with an angelic tone, "Omiiii...rise and shine, handsome."

As he slowly opened his sleepy eyes, Ominis asked, "Pray, what time might it be?" The calming voice replied, "In one minute..." and Ominis couldn't help but notice the faint scent of apples and English pears.

Ominis took a moment to sit down and process what was happening. There was someone else in his room besides Sebastian—Vianka. How on earth did she manage to slip in unnoticed? Had she found a way to bypass the boys-only enchantments?

But before he could even ask, both of his closest friends cried out in celebration, "Happy Sweet Seventeen, Ominis!"

Laughter and excitement filled the room as their voices echoed off the walls. Vianka appeared with a chocolate cake, and Ominis could already smell the rich aroma. The cake was covered in candles for him to blow out, while Sebastian played a small trumpet and threw confetti around him. They both sang a beautiful song that had only existed in his imagination until now.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Ominis”….

Vianka gave a signal for Ominis to blow out the candles and said, "Make a wish!" He closed his eyes and expressed gratitude to the sky above for his loving family. He wished for this moment to last forever, with the additional hope that his love would be reciprocated. And then, he blew out the candles...

“Congratulations, mate,” Sebastian handed him a rack six vials of small potion wrapped in violet wrapping paper. As he opened the label, it read "Barrier Potions - Show your love ." Ominis heart began to race as he looked at Sebastian with wide eyes, cursing him for his mischievous grin and smirk.

Sebastian smiled mischievously as he admitted, "I'm actually quite envious of you for officially becoming an adult. I still have to wait another year."

Vianka's curiosity was sparked by Sebastian's comment about revealing her gift. "Is that the thunderbird potion? But it looks darker than usual. And is it only allowed for those who are 17 years old?"

Ominis stumbled over his words suddenly. "Uh… yes, this is, without question, the Thunderbird Potion. Darker colors? No, no, you must be mistaken. Perhaps it’s simply… modified—that would explain why it’s restricted to those of age. And, well, it undeniably carries that distinctive scent of thunder, doesn’t it?"

Sebastian playfully remarked to Vianka, "So my princess, do you want to try some of that energy drink now that you're more than 17?"

Vianka questioned, "What's the difference between this and regular thunderbird?"

Sebastian responded in a serious tone, "It gives you an extra boost of energy, babe"

Vianka was skeptical, "Really?"

Ominis interrupted,"There’s no need for such concern. We’ll ensure you’re shielded from any adversaries."

Vianka persisted, "But wouldn't it be helpful in fights?"

Ominis reassured her, "We’re here for you. There’s absolutely no need for dubious potions like this."

Vianka shook her head, "I don't believe either of you." She changed the subject.

"Congratulations once again, Ominis," Vianka said as she pecked both of his cheeks. Then she added, "My biggest prayer is that one day you can see." She then cupped his face and kissed his closed eyes as well. Sebastian aggreed, “ yes I hope too, seeing ability is much better for us than super hearing and super sensing”

As she gave the box to Ominis, he opened the moving box, it seemed to unfold itself. Inside was a fluffy Alaskan Malamute puppy with white fur and chocolate markings on its ears. Its tail wagged happily from side to side as it gazed up at them.

"I hope you like him, Ominis," Vianka said, beaming. "I asked Mr. Moon and the Headmaster Black, and they both approved. This little puppy will be your companion and love you unconditionally, no matter what happens. Just like we love you unconditionally too, Ominis"

Sebastian interjected, "You mean, you loved him, Vianka... not that I love him. That would be strange."

Ominis was too happy to return Sebastian banter. He reached out and picked up the puppy, who immediately began licking his face. It was clear that the puppy already adored Ominis.

"Now let's have a group hug," Vianka exclaimed, gathering Ominis, Sebastian, and the puppy together. "And Ominis, you get to name this cutie one."

The puppy then went on to lick Vianka's face and Sebastian's face before returning to Ominis for more attention. Everyone in the room couldn't help but smile; they all looked content when gazing into the Mirror of Erised.

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Year 5. Letter from Muggle Family

With only a week left before the Halloween Ball, which collided with Ominis birthday, Vianka still had not prepared anything for the venue. She paced back and forth in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, declining Sebastian's offer to explore the restricted library without giving a reason, leaving him confused.

"What should I prepare? This one is too cheap, but it has some function...or maybe not," she muttered to herself, lost in thought. "What if I calculate its intrinsic value? No, if it doesn't have functionality, it will be useless." She closed her eyes and stomped her feet in frustration. "And what about the upcoming ball? I don't want to buy anything new, but..."

She fell silent, lost in her thoughts. Then she remembered, "I can ask my mom to send it...but would Ominis mind lending me his owl again? I'll offer to take care of Nyx in return. But she did bite me last time when I offered her a cracker."

As she continued to murmur and think out loud, she didn't realize that Ominis could hear her from his room. He came downstairs and confidently told her,

"Vianka, you are welcome to use my owl. Do not trouble yourself with caring for Nyx—we have house-elves to tend to such matters. And should they prove insufficient, rest assured, I have my own personal house-elf to handle it."

Vianka was taken aback and momentarily forgot that Ominis had superhearing abilities due to his lack of sight. "Um, Ominis...thank you," she said timidly.

But as Ominis turned to go back to his room, Vianka couldn't help but shout after him, "Ominis, I don't want to owe you too much!"

He chuckled and replied,"Do remember to repay me—preferably with interest... hahaha, only jesting, of course."

Vianka couldn't help but calculate the number of times she owed Ominis now. "So that's seven times I owe you?"

Ominis just laughed and said, "Don't be a stranger!"

***

As the next morning dawned, Vianka sit in the Dining Hall moments before breakfast. The dining hall was filled with the comforting scent of home-cooked meals and the faint aroma of flowers from the vase on the table. She eagerly opened the package her mother had sent back to her, expecting to find her grandmother's old dress. To her surprise, she discovered a new dress, all in white with subtle pastel green accents. Along with it came a make-up kit, a jade hairpin, and a wrapped box with a letter inside.

Sebastian couldn't help but comment, "Wow, my queen, you finally got your dress for the Ball. What's all this?"

Vianka was shocked and confused. "Stop calling me queen, argh.....Why did my mom send me a brand new dress when I told her my grandmother's dress would be sufficient?" Anyone watching the scene would have been puzzled by Vianka's mixed emotions—she seemed both stressed and amazed at the beautiful dress, as if she were witnessing a troll getting trained for a fashion show.

Sebastian continued, "Most girls I know would give puppy eyes when they see such pretty dresses and accessories...but my darling is not like most girls."

Ominis interjected, "Perhaps she calculated the intrinsic value of the dress. The explanation may be in that letter."

Vianka nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's true. I was shocked when she pulled out cash from her purse just to buy this...let's read the letter and see if she rented it or something." Vianka carefully opened the thick scroll inside the box.

My dear daughter, do not underestimate me. I was offered a permanent position just last month (AT LAST!) in the University as the ONLY women researcher and even though I have faced gender pay discrimination, our family is now able to afford these and those. It's time for me to retaliate anyone who ever looked down on me wrong!

Your father has trained hard with his peg leg, and I've always told him there's no shame in it - even some of the greatest pirates had one. I'm happy to say that your brother Viktor has a stable career as an assistant economy analyst at the central bank. He takes after me in that way. Although he did joke once about wanting to borrow your wand so he could become a wizard like you. He's jealous of all your adventurous days. As for the twins, they're going through hormonal changes and sometimes shout at me, which makes me sad. But I understand - between my busy work schedule and their own struggles, they probably feel a bit neglected.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to let NaiNai dress you up for the upcoming ball. There's a risk that despite your pretty face (which you inherited from me - you should thank me for that!), you won't attract any young, handsome, nice wizards without a little help. Your father just frowned when I mentioned this, but he always gets sentimental when he realizes how grown up you are getting. He says "she will soon be someone else's wife...how could I lose my daughter?" But that's just how society works, unfortunately. However, I pray that your future husband will be kind and love us too.

Don't forget to apply the makeup kit and follow the instructions I've included before the ball! If you have trouble, ask another girl to teach you. It's not that you're not pretty without makeup - it's just a way to enhance your natural beauty and increase the chances of catching a young, handsome, nice (and hopefully rich) wizard's eye.

By the way, Nicholas came to our house asking for you and I lied for you, saying that you already have a suitor. Maybe it's time for you to at least consider this.

The owl was so cute and smitten with me; she asked for minced meat and I gave her a bowl as a thank you. She also loves getting pet on the head. Don't forget to repay the boy who has lent her to you multiple times. Give him the box as a token of your gratitude.

WARNING: Do not skip meals! You have your father's body type and tend to be skinny, which worries me.

Always remember how much I love you, XO(m)XO(f)XO(v)XO(t)XO(t) Mom (on behalf of everyone in our home).

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“In the lengthy letter from my mom, she touched on many different topics that all led to one central conclusion.” Vianka sighed yet her face was relieved.

Sebastian was intrigued and asked, "What does XO(m)XO(f)XO(v)XO(t)XO(t) mean?" Vianka smiled and explained, "It stands for hug and kiss, with each letter representing the names of my family members: mother, father, Viktor, twin, twin."

Ominis' expression was a mix of sadness and envy, as if he could feel the deep love from his family, just like Vianka's family had for her.

"You have such a remarkable family, so full of love—your mother, your father, and all your siblings. How fortunate you are."

Vianka spoke without thinking and blurted out,

"All parents love their children."

Ominis' expression turned somber. Sebastian nudged Vianka's elbow to signal that she had said something inappropriate. Vianka was taken aback and quickly apologized,

"I'm sorry, Ominis..."

Ominis responded with understanding, "It’s fine, really. Perhaps it’s just an emptiness I’ve grown accustomed to. I’ve read that love and warmth are fundamental human needs… though I suppose I shouldn’t dwell on it. After all, a Gaunt is incapable of love, isn’t it?"

Vianka attempted to lighten the mood and offered a throuple hug. "Don't worry, Omi, come here, we'll all hug each other," she said reassuringly. "We love you so much, and we promise to always protect you."

Ominis groaned, "I would much prefer not to embrace Sebastian—his hygiene leaves much to be desired, given that he only bathes twice a month." Sebastian chimed in, "Come on, Om. I may not be the most hygienic guy, but my good looks still attract plenty of girls, right sweetheart?"

"Yes, that is very true, just to entertain you" Vianka said as she looked at Sebastian with a smile.

"Yet, thank you for your handsome face; I can definitely use it to my advantage." Sebastian was confused and asked,

"What ???"

Vianka continued as she tilted head to Ominis, "And despite being a Gaunt, you have shown us so much love. You have helped me countless times without monetary charging and I am truly touched by your kindness...Oh, Seb on my left and Omi on my right—this is such a sentimental moment. We loved each other." She then hugged them tightly, not caring if they were consenting or not.

Sebastian shook his head. "I don't love him, Vianka..." Ominis interrupted, "Whoever gave you the notion that I love Sebastian? Don’t read too much into things, Vianka."

Sebastian couldn't resist teasing Ominis in the next moment. "Oh, look at that blush! Are you feeling happy, Ominis? Did my baby's hug make your day, or did her mom finally notice you?"

Vianka playfully pinched Sebastian's waist. "Leave him alone, Sebastian. Poor Ominis; his face is already pale enough. If he blushes, the whole school will know immediately. And I'll have to draw another weird shape in your eyebrow."

Sebastian quickly apologized. "Sorry, darling",

“can you stop calling me darling?”,

“Okay, sweetheart”,

“Stop that too”,

“Okay baby”

Give up to Sebastian, Vianka handed Ominis a package and said, "This is for you." Ominis followed her instructions and opened it to find a beautiful handkerchief with an embroidered dragon. There was also a note that read, "We owe you and keep this to redeem at your wish."

Sebastian chimed in, "Ominis, you can present this to them when asking for her hand."

Vianka added, "And Sebastian, I swear in the name of Merlin that I am going to draw a permanent strange eyebrow on and send away all your female fans." Sebastian ran off with Vianka close behind, leaving Ominis still blushing from the thoughtful gifts.

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. Transfiguration Class and The Education Reformation

The sun rose higher in the sky, sending beams of light through the windows of the Transfiguration classroom. The students were all seated at their desks, wands at the ready, and focused on Professor Weasley at the front of the room. She stood with her usual poise and calmness, her wand raised as she began her lesson.

In one corner of the room sat a large drum made of wood. With a wave of her wand, Professor Weasley gestured towards it, her voice steady yet encouraging.

Professor Weasley: "Today's lesson will focus on transformation spells. The key is to stay concentrated. Larger objects require more effort and focus. It's not just about saying the words; it's about visualizing the end result clearly in your mind."

With another flick of her wand, she lifted the drum into the air.

Professor Weasley: "Watch carefully. One... two... three... Veraverto!"

In an instant, the drum shimmered and transformed into a beautiful duck with fluffy feathers. It quacked in surprise as it landed gracefully on a nearby desk.

The class erupted into applause and gasps of amazement, their faces filled with wonder.

Professor Weasley smiling: "And to change it back, you must maintain your focus. One... two... three... Veraverto!"

The duck glowed once again, shifting shape until it returned to its original form as a wooden drum. She gently placed it back on the desk, a kind expression on her face.

Professor Weasley : "Now it's your turn. Start small with objects like glasses or cups. And remember, a clear image in your mind is your greatest tool."

Vianka's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. The concept of transforming the world into a more dynamic and malleable place had always fascinated her, and Transfiguration was the perfect subject to explore this idea.

Vianka to herself:Just imagine the possibilities... turning the ordinary into something extraordinary. With this magic at our disposal, we could make the world a better, brighter place.

She reached for a simple glass on her desk, her grip steady and confident. On the other side of the room, Sebastian spun his wand casually, a smirk on his face as he prepared to cast his spell.

Sebastian smiling: "Let's find out who truly excels at transfiguration, my queen"

Vianka (laughing): "Let's see if you can do more than just turn a glass into a quacking duck."

Sebastian focused on the glass before him, confidently reciting the incantation.

Sebastian: "One... two... three... Veraverto!"

The glass shimmered, but instead of becoming a mouse as intended, it sprouted a twitching mouse tail from its base.

Sebastian (frowning): "Well, it's something."

Vianka couldn't contain her laughter and covered her mouth with her hand.

Vianka: "Not bad, Sebastian. It's certainly unique!"

Determined to succeed, Vianka grasped her wand tightly and concentrated on the glass in front of her. She closed her eyes and visualized a duck with clear precision—feathers, beak, and webbed feet.

Vianka (with determination): "One... two... three... Veraverto!"

The glass glowed brightly and transformed smoothly into a quacking duck that flapped its wings. A wide smile spread across Vianka's face as she immediately followed up.

Vianka: "One... two... three... Veraverto!"

The duck shimmered again, morphing into a ripe banana, and then, with another swift wave of her wand, back into the original glass. Overcome with joy, Vianka jumped up and clapped her hands together in excitement.

Professor Weasley approached with a warm smile and spoke to Vianka.

"Impressive work, Miss Shen! Your form and visualization were flawless. Ten points to Slytherin for your excellent execution."

Vianka's classmates clapped softly, showing their support and admiration. Sebastian playfully commented, "Oh, don't mind us, princess. Some of us are still working on our mouse-tail glasses."

Vianka grinned and replied, "Don't worry, Sebastian. You'll get there eventually. Just concentrate more or perhaps start with a simpler transformation—like a frog?"

Sebastian chuckled, "Ha ha, very funny, sweetheart. Just wait until Professor Weasley isn't looking; then I'll transfigure your glass into a Slytherin scarf."

As the lesson came to a close, Vianka packed up her notes and felt inspired by the lesson. Unlike her struggles in Defense Against the Dark Arts, she had a natural connection to Transfiguration. The power to change the world around her felt not only magical but purposeful.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Professor Weasley made an unexpected announcement,

"For the next three days, all classes will be cancelled for a major system renovation." Her gaze fell on Vianka and Sebastian. "Nice job, Miss Shen and Mister Sallow; another ten points to Slytherin. I must acknowledge that I am proud of you." Before Ominis could ask what Vianka and Sebastian had done to earn such praise, the class erupted into cheers and applause.

***

Outside of the classroom, the trio walked slowly, taking in the joyous atmosphere of students celebrating their unexpected holiday. Ominis finally remembered to ask Vianka and Sebastian what she had done, but they were interrupted by Headmaster Black.

"Afternoon, Headmaster Black," they chimed in unison.

"Well, well, a successful attempt, Shen and Sallow. Now many pupils can enjoy three days of free time. Despite my dislike for admitting it, our school has not been particularly accommodating for those with disabilities." He glanced over at Ominis before continuing, "But thanks to your letter to the Ministry of Magic, we have received additional funding for renovations."

Ominis were shocked by this revelation. He rubbed his ears in disbelief, but Headmaster Black continued nonchalantly, "We will now be incorporating Charles Barbier's Braille technology—after all, we are an inclusive community, are we not?" Vianka shrugged, “We are all improving ourselves, aren’t we?”

Before Ominis could voice his opinion, Sebastian jumped in, "It was really Vianka's idea, Om. I just supported her and helped bring it to fruition. Give credit where credit is due."

"Initially, Vianka had approached Professor Sharpe about Ominis' failed potion and suggested using the Braille system to label ingredients. Later on, she realized that the school was not providing equal education to all of its students."

Sebastian mischievously nodded Ominis' shoulder. "See, now you must be falling in love with her, right? I think I just passed for you."

Vianka interjected, "Sebastian, stop poking fun. You're going to make me draw another pair of strange eyebrows."

Before Sebastian could respond with a witty comeback, Ominis unexpectedly dropped tears. This outburst stemmed from anger and frustration as he yelled,"I do not require, nor do I want, your pity!"

He then stormed off, leaving both Sebastian and Vianka confused and hurt by his reaction

***

Sebastian and Vianka discovered Ominis in a hidden corridor, sitting on the floor with his arms wrapped around his knees, still crying. He knew they were approaching him but felt too ashamed to face them.

"I understand if the two of you feel pity for me." he said, "If you see me as weak and blind, perhaps that explains why you’ve chosen not to include me in your adventures as often as you do Sebastian. Perhaps Duncan was right—that I’m destined to become nothing more than a burden, cast aside as society’s refuse. Go on, then. Leave me here."

Sebastian comforted, "Om,... It's not your fault that you were born blind. We just want to give you the same opportunities to learn as any other student. Vianka's idea is a valid one. You have been graded with similar standard with us, but you cannot utilize the facility as much as your peers."

Ominis continued to cry and did not respond. Sebastian suggested, "Darling, maybe we should give him some space..."

Instead of leaving, Vianka shouted angrily at Ominis. She pointed her finger at him and said, "Ominis, when I raised my voice to the Ministry of Education, it wasn't just about you. Yes, I first noticed you, but then I saw many children with disabilities in villages. Their parents were saddened by the fact that their child's condition limited their education and career options."

She continued with another long breath, "It breaks my heart to see this happen, especially since some of these children are just as intelligent as you are. Yet they don't get the same opportunities because the system is not fair."

"Not everyone has a wealthy family like yours that can afford expensive wands and advanced classes from a young age. As Duncan said, most of them will end up as 'society trash.' But that doesn't mean they trash themselves; it's the system that is flawed."

Her emotions swell within her, like a raging river threatening to burst its banks. Her cries escape her lips, raw and unbridled, yet her words remain resolute and unwavering in their strength

“It perplexes me that everyone here, pureblood or not, believed that the wizarding world was superior to the non-magical world. However, ten years ago, muggles had already adopted the Braille system for those who are visually impaired, such as yourself, so they could access the entire library. In the chemical laboratory, they relied on Braille to ensure the safety of certain ingredients that couldn't be identified through smell alone. Now, I want you to get up and read the entire library and conduct experiments; I don't want a talented student like you falling behind in class.”

Amidst a heavy silence, Vianka and Sebastian joined Ominis on the floor, sitting side by side. Vianka wrapped her arms around Ominis and they cried together.

Sebastian remarked, "At this rate, I feel like crying too," and joined in the embrace with both of them.

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. The Mother Dragon and its Egg Rescue

Scene: The Dragon's Rescue: Twilight in the Forbidden Forest

The mission began with Poppy Sweeting bursting into the Room of Requirement—now that she already has access to Vianka’s Room of Requirement—her determined face contrasting with her pale complexion. Inside, Vianka and Ominis were discussing their next adventure. However, Sebastian, usually full of reckless enthusiasm, was absent due to a case of chicken pox.

Poppy urgently :Vianka, Ominis! Harlow’s gang has captured a dragon and its eggs. They've chained the poor creature near the old watchtower in the forbidden forest. We need to act fast."

Vianka frowning, standing up: Harlow again? He's getting worse. Dragons? That's an all-time low for him. I'm in. Ominis?"

Ominis hesitant: I find this deeply unsettling. Dragons are inherently unpredictable creatures, and attempting to rescue one? That borders on a death wish."

Poppy (pleading): The mother dragon is in pain, and they're going to sell the eggs on the black market. We can't let that happen!"

Vianka (placing a hand on Ominis's shoulder): Come on, Ominis. We've faced Inferi, goblins, and dark wizards before. What's a dragon compared to that?"

Ominis sighing:"Very well. But do not expect me to engage a dragon directly. If we are to proceed, we must have a meticulously thought-out plan."

Vianka grinning: Don't worry, Ominis. We always have a plan. Sort of."

***

As they walked, the three of them made small talk, trying to get to know each other better.

Ominis curious: "Sweeting… the name rings a bell. Have I come across it before?"

Poppy hesitant :"It's a common surname. Maybe you've come across someone else with it."

Ominis tilted his head, his sharp mind working to piece together fragments of memory.

Ominis suddenly, with realization: "Wait a moment. My father once acquired something truly dreadful—a dried and mounted Graphorn head. He mentioned it was procured from the Sweetings. Tell me, is your family entangled in poaching?"

The atmosphere shifted as all eyes turned to Poppy. Her usually cheerful demeanor darkened, and she tightly clasped her hands together, taking a deep breath before responding.

Poppy softly:"Yes. My family were poachers."

There was a slight tremble in Poppy's voice as she continued.

Poppy:"We moved around constantly, always looking for the next creature to capture or kill for profit. I grew up watching them torture beasts like Graphorns, Mooncalves, and Nifflers. At first, I didn't understand why they did it. But as I got older, I couldn't stand it anymore. The screams, the fear in the creatures' eyes... it was too much."

Ominis leaned forward, his expression a mix of shock and sympathy.

Ominis:"And you simply left?"

Poppy nodded, her gaze fixed on the fire.

Poppy:"I ran away when I was thirteen and went to live with my grandmother—my mother's mother. She despised what my father's side of the family stood for and taught me to care for beasts and see their worth beyond monetary value. Every time I save a creature now, it feels like I'm undoing some of my family's wrongdoings. It's my way of making amends."

Vianka, who was usually quick to comment, remained silent. Her thoughts were a jumble of admiration for Poppy and a hint of envy (which she couldn't quite understand) as she listened to her friend's heartfelt confession.

Ominis leaned back, his voice unusually gentle.

Ominis:"I understand far more than you might imagine, Poppy. While my family are not poachers, they are burdened with their own abhorrent beliefs—beliefs I cannot and will not condone. The Gaunts cling to the notion of purging the magical world, preserving only purebloods, as though the value of a wizard lies solely in their lineage. I’ve endeavored to distance myself from them, yet I remain reliant on them in ways that I utterly detest."

Poppy looked up, meeting Ominis's eyes.

Poppy: "But you don't agree with them. That's what matters. You've made your own choices and stayed true to yourself, even if you're still tied to them. That takes strength."

Ominis smiled faintly.

Ominis:"Thank you. But you’ve accomplished something I have yet to achieve—you walked away completely and carved your own path. That is nothing short of admirable."

Vianka sat silently, her gaze fixed on the trees ahead. She couldn't help but admire Poppy's bravery and Ominis's honesty, but a small part of her felt uneasy about Poppy growing bond with Ominis.

***

The Trio's Secret Mission

Silently, the trio navigated through the thick underbrush of the Forbidden Forest. The only sounds were the distant roars and the crunching of leaves under their feet. As they approached an old watchtower, its crumbling structure casting jagged shadows, Poppy pointed out a clearing where a massive Hebridean Black dragon was chained and thrashing, her cries echoing through the trees. A group of Harlow's men stood nearby, laughing cruelly as they guarded a reinforced cage filled with glowing dragon eggs.

Ominis whispering:"We cannot approach without drawing attention. A diversion is imperative."

Vianka smirking:"Leave that to me. I'll create enough chaos to distract them. Poppy, you free the mother dragon. Ominis, grab those eggs."

Ominis deadpan: "And what precisely do you plan to do when your penchant for chaos inevitably results in you being hexed?"

Vianka grinning:"That's what Protego is for."

Before any further objections could be raised, Vianka confidently stepped forward, her wand already in motion.

As Vianka launched a powerful Depulso spell towards the watchtower, crates flew in all directions, causing chaos among the guards.

"Intruders!" one of them yelled as they scrambled to retaliate against the attackers.

Vianka moved swiftly and strategically between covers, precisely aiming spells at her targets. She sent a weak Confringo towards a drum with “WARNING EXPLOSIVE” to a group of startled guards near a cauldron, causing it to explode and send two men sprawling to the ground.

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to keep your dragon," Vianka teased with a smirk on her face.

Meanwhile, Ominis used his wand's sensory abilities to find the cage holding the precious dragon eggs. With a quiet Alohomora, he unlocked the gate and gently cradled the warm eggs in his arms.

Poppy approached the chained dragon with reassurance in her voice. "It's okay, girl. We're here to help," she whispered soothingly. With a spell, she loosened the chains enough for the dragon to break free. The mother dragon let out a deafening roar and spread her wings wide as she attacked the remaining guards.

Ominis grimaced at the sudden turn of events. "Tell me you planned for this part, Vianka!" he shouted over the chaos.

"Not exactly, but it's working, isn't it?" Vianka replied with a grin, dodging another spell aimed at her head.

As the last of Harlow's men ran away, the dragon redirected her attention to the three remaining individuals. Her fiery stare settled on the eggs cradled in Ominis's arms.

Poppy:"Quick, She won't attack if we give her the eggs. Ominis, bring them here!"

Ominis hesitated but followed Poppy's suggestion, carefully placing the eggs in front of the dragon. The mother dragon sniffed at them, her growls fading into low rumblings of relief.

Vianka exhaling:"See? No problem."

But as she stepped back, a loose rock shifted under her foot, causing her to stumble and fall from a higher ledge. A spell from a retreating guard narrowly missed her, sending her tumbling to the ground below. If it weren't for Ominis casting "arresto momentum," Vianka would have surely been flattened.

Ominis rushing to her side: "Vianka! That was utterly reckless! Are you unharmed?"

Vianka gritting her teeth and regaining her balance: I'm fine. It's nothing. Thanks to you."

Ominis angrily: It is most certainly not nothing! You’re impulsive and far too bold—like a textbook Gryffindor! You must exercise greater caution next time."

Vianka (weakly smirking):That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Ominis."

***

Poppy returned to Hufflepuff while Vianka and Ominis headed back to Slytherin House. Before they parted ways on different stairs, Ominis stopped to bandage Vianka's arm with surprising care, despite his frustration still evident.

Ominis still angry: "You have absolutely no sense of danger, Vianka! You must learn to think before you act, or mark my words, there will come a day when no one can save you. Do you not realize how infuriatingly reckless you are? I am utterly exasperated with you!"

He glared at her with intense frustration radiating from his aura.

Vianka teasing him: "But you always save me."

Ominis still angry: "Listen to me! This is not a matter for debate—it is deadly serious, and you will obey me. Say yes this instant—NOW!"

Vianka trembled, remembering the incident where Ominis was angry after he had asked her if she came out of the undercroft again. She weakly nodded and said "yes.".

"Good girl," Ominis said as he took off his protective locket and placed it around Vianka's neck, making sure it was secure with spells so that it would never come off. When Vianka started to protest, he cut her off.

"You will accept this, and you will follow my orders without question! Consider it repayment for the mounting debts you owe me. Never—under any circumstances—remove that locket from your neck! This is an order, not a choice! Now, before I lose my temper again, leave me and get some rest."

Vianka didn't have to worry about Ominis showing sympathy towards Poppy that night. Her gaze towards him was gentle, hoping for a special connection between the two of them.

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. The Hippogriff Rescue

The enchanted map hummed softly as Vianka, Sebastian, and Ominis prepared for their latest mission. Vianka stood near the map she used to track magical creatures, her wand tracing the outline of a marked location deep within the forest.

Vianka (composed but urgent): "We need to hurry. I've heard rumors that there's a Hippogriff being held captive near a goblin outpost in this forest. If we don't act fast, it could be harmed or worse."

Sebastian (smirking): "Let me guess, sweetheart—you plan on rescuing it and then selling it to a trader in Hogsmeade for a tidy sum? That sounds like the Vianka I know."

Vianka (raising an eyebrow): "Not everything I do is for profit, Sebastian. Sometimes, it's just the right thing to do."

Ominis (skeptically crossing his arms): "Do you really expect us to believe that? You've never met a treasure or trade you didn't like."

Vianka rolled her eyes but chose not to respond, her thoughts remaining a mystery. With their plan in place, the trio donned their cloaks and ventured into the dark and eerie depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The forest was alive with eerie sounds—branches creaked overhead, and the occasional rustle of leaves hinted at unseen creatures. Vianka led the way, her keen eyes scanning for any signs of goblins. Ominis walked beside her, his wand held out to sense their surroundings, while Sebastian brought up the rear, occasionally twirling his wand in anticipation.

Vianka (whispering): Stay quiet. There are goblins patrolling nearby. If we can sneak past them, we’ll be able to reach the Hippogriff without a fight."

Sebastian (grinning): Stealth isn’t really my style, princess. But I'll give it a try—for now."

The trio cast Disillusionment Charms and slowly made their way through the underbrush, being careful not to make any noise. At one point, they froze as a group of goblins passed by, muttering quietly about their plans for the Hippogriff.

Ominis (softly, with concern): "They’re contemplating its use for experiments, Vianka. We cannot, in good conscience, permit them to retain it."

Vianka nodded determinedly, and they continued on, but Sebastian's impulsive nature soon got the best of him. Spotting a lone goblin near a clearing, he suddenly cast Stupefy without warning, knocking out the creature.

Vianka (hissing):"Sebastian! What do you think you're doing? Our plan was to stay hidden!"

Sebastian (shrugging): Ooh baby, where's the fun in sneaking around when we can just take them head-on?"

The sound of commotion alerted the other goblins, and before they knew it, our heroes found themselves surrounded.

The battle with goblins was chaotic. The creatures emerged from the shadows, wielding swords and casting spells. Vianka took cover behind a fallen tree, using Depulso and Stupefy to defend herself. Meanwhile, Sebastian was in his element, grinning as he cast Confringo, eager to take on their enemies. Ominis, the voice of reason, scolded Sebastian for his recklessness and used Petrificus Totalus to immobilize some of the goblins. Vianka spotted an opportunity and used an Ancient Magic Throw to detonate a nearby barrel of explosives, scattering their foes.

After an intense battle, the last goblin fell, and the forest grew quiet once more. Vianka turned to Sebastian and scolded him for getting them into another dangerous situation. But despite her complaints, she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed the thrill of the fight. Sebastian only grinned in response, knowing that deep down, Vianka had enjoyed it too.

They finally arrived at the Hippogriff's den, surrounded by traps set by the skilled goblins. Inside stood a majestic black hippogriff with piercing silver eyes, chained and bound by enchanted ropes.

Vianka (speaking softly): "It's alright. We're here to help."

The creature let out a mournful cry as Vianka approached, cautiously bowing to show respect. After a tense moment of observation, the Hippogriff dipped its head in acknowledgement.

Ominis (casting Alohomora): "These chains are enchanted, but with a measure of finesse and precision, we should be able to undo them."

The ropes fell away, and the hippogriff spread its wings joyfully, releasing a triumphant cry.

Sebastian: "What should we name him, sweetie? Midnight? Shadow?"

Vianka (smiling as she stroked the Hippogriff's neck): "Stop calling me sweet-sweet; people can misunderstand... Oh, his name is Caligo. It means'mist'—like '' how he moves so silently through the forest."

The name seemed fitting for the creature, and Caligo nudged Vianka gently, expressing his newfound trust.

As they emerged from the forest, Sebastian glanced at Vianka and spoke up.

Sebastian: "So, are we planning to take Black Market to sell him off? I heard Ras is willing to pay a hefty sum for a rare Hippogriff like Caligo."

Vianka shook her head, her expression determined.

Vianka:"No. He's not for sale. Caligo will be coming home with me. He will be safe and happy in my vivarium."

Both boys looked at her incredulously.

But think about all the galleons you could make! This is a huge opportunity, Vianka!"

Vianka (emphatically): Some things are more important than money, Ominis. Caligo deserves to be free, not treated as a mere commodity to be sold to the highest bidder."

Sebastian let out a whistle, clearly impressed.

Sebastian:Who are you, and what have you done with Vianka, my queen? I never thought I'd see the day when you prioritize principles over profit."

Vianka (smirking): Don't get used to it. But today, it just felt... right."

As they approached the castle doors, both boys looked at Vianka with newfound admiration. For once, her actions weren't driven by greed or ambition but by empathy and kindness. In choosing to keep Caligo instead of profiting from him, Vianka had shown that even a cunning Slytherin could have a heart big enough to care for something priceless.

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. The Unicorn Rescue

The Room of Requirement was softly lit as Vianka, Sebastian, and Ominis gathered around a tightly clutched parchment. It had been delivered by an owl, and it came from a villager who lived on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, pleading for assistance.

Vianka (reading aloud): "I was passing through the Forbidden Forest when I saw poachers chasing after a unicorn. The poor creature looked terrified. Please, someone must save it before it’s too late."

Her face darkened as she folded the letter in her hands.

Vianka (in disbelief):"Poachers hunting a unicorn? How could anyone be so cruel to a creature with such a pure heart? Unicorns symbolize innocence and magic itself."

Sebastian (with a slight grin): "Princess, You sound like Poppy. But I agree with you - this is a battle worth fighting. Let's do it."

Ominis hesitates before speaking, his words coming out haltingly. "It is not that I am unwilling to assist, but..."

Suddenly, an enchanted letter glides into the room, its wax seal bearing the emblem of the House of Gaunt. With a defeated sigh, he open the ripped envelope and reads the contents silently before setting it down on the table with an annoyed expression.

Ominis speaks in a monotone voice. "Ominis, your attendance at the family dinner is not optional. You are compelled to participate—it is deemed essential for maintaining the sanctity of pureblood status within the Sacred Twenty-Eight."

Vianka spoke in a gentle tone, "We understand, Ominis. We know how important family obligations are." She turned to Sebastian and jokingly added, "Let's try not to start a war while we handle this one without him, yeah?" Ominis couldn't help but crack a smile before giving a slight nod to his friends.

As dusk settled over the Forbidden Forest, Vianka and Sebastian made their way through the twisting shadows. The forest was drenched in fading sunlight, casting an eerie glow over the twisted shadows. The dark wizards stood in a circle, their faces twisted with malicious intent as they surrounded the trembling unicorn. Its once white coat was now matted with dirt and bruises, its horn glinting in the dim light as it tried to break free from the glowing ropes. The duo quickly located the poachers - a group of dark wizards surrounding a terrified unicorn, its body bound by ropes glowing with sinister magic.

Vianka (whispering):"We must act swiftly. I'll disarm the one with the ropes - you take care of the rest."

Sebastian (grinning):"Consider it done, darling These poachers will learn their lesson for trespassing in this sacred place."

Vianka, “can you stop calling me darling?”,

“no I cannot”

With a flick of her wand, Vianka cast Depulso, sending a surge of energy rippling through the enchanted ropes and propelling them out of a poacher's grasp. The force was so strong that the poacher stumbled backwards, his grip loosening in surprise. Sebastian sprang into action, his wand flashing as he cast Confringo and Diffindo with precise aim. Bright sparks and flashes erupted from the tips of his wand, scattering their attackers with explosions and slicing spells. The battle was brief but intense, the air filled with the smell of burnt wood and singed hair. When it was over, the poachers lay stunned on the forest floor, their weapons scattered and their faces twisted in shock and defeat.

The pure white unicorn stood trembling in front of Vianka, its mane and tail flowing like a river of snow. Its large, luminous eyes met hers as she approached slowly with her hand outstretched. She spoke to it in a soft, calming voice and carefully guided it away from the danger. The unicorn seemed to understand and followed her without hesitation

As they made their way back to the safety of their camp, Vianka and Sebastian were followed by the grateful unicorn. It stayed close to Vianka, its head nuzzled against her side as if seeking comfort and protection. Sebastian watched with admiration as Vianka gently tended to the unicorn's injuries, using spells and potions to heal its wounds.

Vianka (softly):"You're safe now. No one will harm you again."

Sebastian watched her with a rare look of seriousness on his face.

Sebastian:"You truly have a heart for these creatures, don't you? It's not just about the reward."

Vianka (smiling faintly):"Not always. Some things are worth saving simply for their own sake."

Sebastian nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on her face before turning towards the grateful unicorn.

***

The Acromantula

As they made their way back through the forest, an eerie silence descended upon them. Suddenly, a deafening screech shattered the stillness and a Gigantic Acromantula emerged from the shadows, its sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. Predictably, a burst of movement shattered the quiet as the Gigantic Acromantula emerged. Its large, hairy body was almost as tall as the trees, its many legs skittering across the ground, its sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight.

Sebastian (grimacing): "Of course, just when I thought we were safe."

The battle was a frenzied chaos of spells and curses, as Sebastian and Vianka fought against the massive Acromantula. The air crackled with energy as Confringo, Bombarda, and Glacius-Diffindo spells were unleashed, each one met with a resounding thud against the creature's thick exoskeleton. Vianka's attempts to use Depulso and Ancient Magic Throw only seemed to enrage the beast further, causing it to skitter and lunge in their direction. The ground trembled beneath their feet as they dodged its attacks, the stench of venom and decay filling the air. It was a fight for survival against this terrifying arachnid, and both wizards knew they had to find a weakness before it was too late.

Vianka (panicking): "Sebastian, it's too strong! What do we do?"

Sebastian (gritting his teeth): "If we can't defeat it, we'll at least try to signal for help."

As the Acromantula loomed over them, its long legs scurrying towards them, Sebastian drew out his wand and shot a bright red spark into the sky. The spider's attention was drawn to the signal, giving him just enough time to grab Vianka’s hand and run. But before they could escape, the spider's webs ensnared them both, pulling them towards its nest with frightening speed.

Sebastian (desperately): "Vianka princess, thank you for trusting me to save Anne. But it looks like I won't get the chance now."

Vianka (weakly): "Don't talk like that, Sebastian. We're going to make it out alive."

Sebastian (half-smiling despite their dire situation): "By the way, I think Ominis has a crush on you."

Vianka let out a frustrated groan; she wished Ominis liked her back but she couldn't focus on that now. Her furrowed brow and clenched jaw showed her frustration and despair, while a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her heart raced as she thought about her family and how they would mourn her.

"Aaaaarrrgh" she screamed in pain. Her arm was badly wounded from a bite, possibly from the Acromantula's fangs.

As the pain of her injuries consumed her, she grasped onto a hopeful thought - that death may not be as agonizing as she once feared. But in an instant, that thought was shattered by the sudden appearance of Ominis, charging towards them like a bolt of lightning.

As her consciousness began to slip away, the world around her melted into a blur. Yet, amidst the chaos and darkness, she caught a glimpse of something otherworldly gliding through the trees - maybe a massive serpent, its white scales gleaming in the darkness. She realized that it wasn't the acromantula that would kill her, but this powerful serpent

"Mom, Dad, I love you," she gasped before passing out.

A massive, white serpent with piercing red eyes let out a menacing hiss as it pounced towards the Acromantula, eager to sink its deadly teeth into the creature's vulnerable abdomen. The Acromantula was terrified to its very core and frantically scurried away, unintentionally freeing its captives in the process as it thrashed and flailed about in panic.

***

Aftermath in the Tent

When Vianka opened her eyes, she was lying in a cozy tent, the warm light of a lantern flickering softly above her.

Vianka (groggily):"Am I… dead? Was it the acromantula or the serpent killed me in the end? Is this heaven? Or… am I about to be judged in hell?"

Ominis’s voice (calm but teasing): Neither. "You are, thankfully, still breathing. However, I would strongly advise against placing me in a situation where your survival becomes a concern once more."

Vianka turned to see Ominis sitting nearby, his usual calm demeanor now overshadowed by worry.

Vianka (blinking):"Ominis? How did you find us?"

Ominis:"I departed the dinner halfway through—I simply couldn’t concentrate, knowing the two of you were out here. Following your trail, it wasn’t long before I spotted the fireworks Sebastian so brazenly set off."

Sitting up slowly, Vianka's mind raced with thoughts.

Vianka:"That serpent… Ominis, was it you who fought it?"

Ominis hesitated before explaining further, "I possess the ability to transform into a serpent, a skill I employed to fend it off—nothing more, nothing less."

Vianka's jaw dropped in shock at this revelation.

Ominis continued, "Yes, I have kept this matter to myself."

Sebastian, lying nearby with a bandaged arm, managed a tired grin. Sebastian:"You saved our lives, Ominis. And here I thought you were only good at scolding me."

Ominis (sighing):"Perhaps, in the future, you might consider refraining from provoking a giant spider—then I wouldn’t find myself in the unenviable position of having to rescue you."

Vianka's chest swelled with gratitude as she mustered a faint smile.

Vianka (softly):"Thank you, Ominis. Now I've lost count of how many times I owe you my life. Maybe one day, when you open your own company, I can be your accountant."

Ominis:"You’re my friends… and that is why I care, perhaps more than you realize."

Vianka's voice was gentle, yet filled with pride and admiration. She gazed at Ominis with eyes that sparkled like emeralds, her words holding a weight of significance.

"See, Ominis," she said, "not everything inherited from your family is bad." Her hand reached out to touch his shoulder, the warmth of her touch conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance.

"You may be a Gaunt, a name steeped in darkness, and a direct descendant of the infamous Salazar Slytherin. But you have chosen to use your talents for good, and that is something to be celebrated." As she spoke, Vianka's smile radiated with genuine affection for her friend, casting a warm glow against the dark shadows that had once threatened to consume him.

Emotions flooded through Vianka's body, overwhelming her as tears streamed down her face. She threw her arms around Ominis and Sebastian, squeezing them tightly in a long-awaited embrace.

"I'm alive... Thank Merlin, thank God," she sobbed, relief and gratitude pouring from every word. "My Mom and Dad faces were the last thing I imagine before closing my eyes,.. I thought I was going to die at that time"

"Vianka, just hug me, dont bring Ominis.. He was a snake", Sebastian grin.

"Vianka, I would suggest keeping a bit of distance from Sebastian—his odor is, shall we say, less than pleasant."

"Mate, my face was too handsome! I must possess weakness"

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. The Wealth and The Accounting

Managing Magical Beasts and the Wealth of Friendship

The Room of Requirement was bustling with life as Vianka, Sebastian, and Ominis worked tirelessly to care for their magical beasts. The enchanted sanctuary, tailored perfectly to their needs, sprawled with lush meadows, sparkling water features, and cozy dens for their eclectic collection of creatures. The lush green meadows stretched out in every direction, speckled with vibrant flowers of all shapes and sizes. The sparkling water features glimmered in the sunlight, reflecting the rainbow of creatures wandering about. Each beast—Hippogriffs, Thestrals, Diricawls, Nifflers, Puffskeins, Giant Toads, Kneazles, and Mooncalves—had their own space, and the trio split the tasks under Vianka’s meticulous guidance.

Sebastian enthusiastically fed the Hippogriff, coaxing feathers from it with a mixture of charm and confidence. Meanwhile, Ominis, far less amused, carefully measured portions for a Mooncalf, whose wide, blinking eyes stared up at him in curiosity. Vianka, clipboard in hand, orchestrated the operation with precision, issuing instructions as she monitored their progress.

Vianka gestured towards the majestic hippogriffs grazing in the nearby field. "Sebastian, remember to collect the feathers after feeding them. Those are worth more than most of what we're farming here."

Sebastian grinned and patted one of the creatures on its sleek head. "Don't worry, princess. But let's be real, these creatures deserve more than just being feather factories."

Vianka smirked, "They may work hard, but they live like royalty here. Well-fed, pampered, and treated with respect. Can you say the same for those in the wild?"

As Vianka spoke, a playful Mooncalf nudged Ominis, causing him to grimace. "Pampered, you say? Perhaps convey that sentiment to this colossal fluffball currently attempting to topple me."

He grumbled as he dodged another nudge. "And pray, why am I the one tasked with gathering Kneazle whiskers? This endeavor feels decidedly beneath my station."

Sebastian chuckled at Ominis' discomfort. "Come on now, Ominis. Admit it, you're bonding with them. Just look at the Puffskein over there—it adores you."

Ominis deadpanned, "If it adores me so much, perhaps it can collect its own whiskers." He huffed as he continued to gather the delicate hairs from the contented creature.

Vianka, Sebastian, and Ominis moved gracefully among the creatures, their forms silhouetted against the bright green fields. Each animal varied in size and shape, from the small and furry Niffler to the large, slimy Giant Toad. The hippogriffs grazed peacefully, their majestic wings tucked neatly against their sides. The Mooncalf and Puffskein frolicked in the grass, while the Diricawl stood stoic under Sebastian's careful shaving. Ominis, on the other hand, seemed less than pleased as he wrangled with the giant toad, its slime covering his hands and arms.

After a long day of collecting magical materials, the trio settled down to upgrade their equipment. Vianka, always practical and focused on survival, meticulously worked on her attire, making sure it provided maximum protection against all sorts of dark creatures—goblins, dugbogs, inferi, and acromantulas. Each stitch and enchantment was carefully placed, as if her life depended on it.

Vianka determinedly said, "Protection is my top priority. Without it, even the strongest magic won't save me in a battle."

Sebastian excitedly examining his gloves,"I agree with that, but for me, offense is key. Strengthening my Confringo and Glacius-Diffindo combinations will give us a powerful advantage."

Vianka tilted her head. "What about you, Omi?"

Ominis calmly says, "I shall devote my efforts to refinement in stealth. Perfecting Petrificus Totalus and Serpensortia aligns seamlessly with my approach."

After upgrading their gear and quickly finishing a meal of cold cuts and sandwiches, Vianka gathered her fellow thieves around a small table. Stacks of wrinkled paper covered in scribbled numbers littered the surface as she set them to their most important task—accounting.

Ominis groaned and rubbed his tired eyes. "I fail to see the necessity of this. Would it not be far more efficient to return to our usual repertoire of theft and combat?"

Vianka sighed patiently. "Because becoming wealthy isn't just about earning but also managing. Without accurate accounting, all our efforts would be wasted."

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, impressed. "You're seriously good at this, sweetheart. Where did you learn it all?"

A small smile played on Vianka's lips. "My mother is an economics scholar, and my father was once a trader. I've been helping with financial planning since I was three."

Sebastian grinned. "No wonder you're running this operation like a pro, my queen."

After hours of calculations, Vianka finally delivered the results. The boys were emotionally and physically drained from the intensive process.

"I daresay I’d much prefer contending with Inferi." Ominis muttered, mentally exhausted.

"I prefer a war with goblins," Sebastian added, rubbing his temples.

Vianka shook her head with a smile. "Relax, boys. This is just our first quarter. We'll have to do this at least four times a year."

Sebastian let out a long sigh. "Can't we hire someone to do this for us?"

Vianka chuckled. "Not yet, Sallow. We're still considered poor by wizarding standards."

But then, Vianka's face lit up with excitement as she shared the final numbers. "Alright, the net profit for the last three months is in! After deducting operational costs, each of us gets 750 galleons."

Ominis' eyes widened in shock"Seven hundred and fifty Galleons a person in merely three months? That surpasses the earnings of a newly appointed Hogwarts professor or even a fledgling Auror. Quite remarkable." He turned to Sebastian. "At this pace, you could acquire a fully furnished estate in Feldcroft and still retain a handsome sum in savings."

Vianka grinned, teasingly proud. "See? Financial Independence, Sebastian—it’s priceless."

Sebastian turned to Ominis with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "And you, Ominis? What do you plan on doing with all that money? You're already Richie Rich."

But Ominis remained calm and composed. "As Vianka so astutely suggested, I shall embrace a modest lifestyle and allow these galleons to accumulate undisturbed in my Gringotts vault."

Vianka raised an eyebrow curiously, looking from Ominis to Sebastian. She asked to Sebastian about Ominis "Just how much do Ominis parents give him in a year anyway?"

Sebastian smirked. "Enough to buy two simple houses in a village."

Vianka's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Two houses? for one year? That's absurd! And he doesn't even dress like the typical filthy rich wizard. Even Crabbe and Goyle were more fashionable than him."

Sebastian laughed, enjoying Vianka's surprise. "Careful, Vianka. You're starting to see Ominis for what he really is—irresistibly handsome, humble, and filthy rich."

Ominis chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Utter nonsense. I take no pride in my parents' wealth. In truth, I’ve been contemplating returning every last galleon they’ve bestowed upon me and beginning anew."

Vianka's expression turned serious. "Don't do that, Ominis. It's your privilege, and you should use it wisely. Invest it instead and use the interest when you need it. And if you ever want to detach from your parents one day, you can always return the principal amount."

Ominis nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm... you may have a point, Vianka. I shall give it due consideration." He turned to her with genuine curiosity."And what of you, Vianka? What plans do you have for your share?"

Vianka didn't hesitate. "I'll give it all to help my parents."

Both boys were moved by her selflessness and fell silent. Sebastian cleared his throat, while Ominis turned his head slightly to hide his emotions.

The trio sat in comfortable silence for a moment, their camaraderie deepened by the shared understanding of each other's values. Despite their differences and backgrounds, they knew they made a formidable team—and that their bond was worth more than any amount of galleons.

[itsviankagaunt]

Year 5. Ominis Sacrosanct Dreams Why he was not right

[this part is NSFW, if you havent reach 18 years old, you cannot read this]

Two days ago, Ominis drifted into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. But his dreams were anything but restful.

Vianka appeared as if a spell had been cast upon her, transforming her into a vision of ethereal beauty. Her usual tomboyish attire was replaced by an elegant gown that hugged the curves of her body perfectly. The soft fabric draped over her like a second skin, gleaming under the warm light of the room.

Her hair, usually wild and untamed, tied into one bun, now fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her face seemed to radiate with a natural glow, enhancing her already stunning features. As he gazed at her, he could hear the gentle rhythm of her breathing, filling the room with a peaceful energy.

Laying on a bed fit for royalty, Vianka looked like a goddess resting in her own paradise. The sheets beneath her were made of the finest silk, shimmering under the warm light like liquid gold. She slept soundly, surrounded by a sea of pillows and blankets that embraced her like a cocoon.

Her skin, bathed in the soft light streaming through the window, appeared radiant and flawless. It was as if every inch of her was touched by magic, exuding an otherworldly kindness that seemed to embrace him. Her long black hair cascaded over the edge of the bed, nearly touching the ground in a dark and mesmerizing cascade.

She wore an off-shoulder nightgown made of pure white silk and satin, adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery. A single flower tucked behind her ear added a touch of innocence to her angelic appearance. In this moment, she slept peacefully as if all troubles and worries had vanished from the world

Ominis was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the scent of apple juice and English pear mixed with a subtle hint of vanilla wrapping around him, intoxicating and soothing all at once. Vianka, I cannot resist, even though I could, I won’t. This connection soothe his ache and longing for love. Just by seeing her, he forgave everyone inflicted his pain. He approached her slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out to touch her face, to feel all of her features.

Her features were perfect, almost too perfect to be real. With his roaming hands, he could conclude her tiny nose and round cheeks framed her face beautifully, and her full lips felt so inviting that Ominis could barely resist. Merlin, forgive me for my desire. He traced her soft skin with his fingers, marveling at its suppleness.

When he finally pressed his lips to hers, Merlin, I will redeem my sins in the next life, the taste was beyond his imagination—vanilla milk and Honeydukes sweets, with a texture like jelly bear candy: elastic, supple, and irresistibly inviting. He had to fight the primal urge to bite, though the temptation was almost unbearable.

He started to sniff her with his pointed nose. The scent of English pear was strongest along her cheeks and neck, while her hair carried more of the apple notes, its texture smooth and silky, unlike his own. Now I am hungry of her . As he gently ran his fingers through her hair, he couldn’t help but think, Are all women created as works of art, or is it just Vianka?

His hand moved to her collarbone, tracing its delicate curve, the most beautiful he’d ever imagined. Do not tear her robes. Her calm breathing filled the quiet, and Ominis felt an overwhelming urge to guard her from the world’s cruelty. He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her hair, then her collarbone, his thoughts consumed by her presence as he realized that something between his legs is now awaking and growing. In that moment, she was everything—kindness, beauty, and serenity wrapped into one perfect being. Beautiful melody from heaven was sung in the background.

His tongue ravaged her lips, cheeks, and ears with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. He sank his teeth into her neck, leaving marks of possession and dominance as he tore at her skin with raw hunger. Vianka's moans turned feral, matching the primal growls escaping from Ominis' lips. “aaah” as she added gasoline to the already burning fire of desire between them. She was completely at his mercy, surrendering to his every touch and kiss.

With a primal roar, Ominis tore off every scrap of fabric covering Vianka's body until she was completely exposed before him. With glazed eyes and ragged breaths, she surrendered herself to him - naked and vulnerable to his every whim. With one hand, Ominis pinned her arms above her head and freed himself from his own clothing with the other. They kissed hungrily, their lips crashing together in a desperate need for each other. "Vianka," Ominis murmured against her skin, "you are so beautiful. But I cannot control myself any longer." Vianka moaned in response, giving herself fully to him without hesitation.

Ominis positioned her arms such to reveal her armpits, and pinned both of her palms above her head with one hand. With another free hand, he freed himself from troublesome attires, to join her naked. He kissed passionately again, “Vianka, you are so beautiful. But pity on you, you must serve me”, Vianka groan and moan more loudly, indicating her enjoyment and did not show any of resistance.

Ominis traced his hand down to her armpits, teasingly licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. His mouth traveled lower, lavishing attention on her one breast and nipple while his hands played with another bossom in delicious torture,“Oh, its so delicious”. Vianka cried out in ecstasy as he sucked and nipped at her flesh, leaving trails of shameless slurping sounds behind.

Vianka cries in satisfaction, but strucked awe and made surrender sign when her eyes take a glance of Ominis growing shaft. “You made me like this Vianka, I cannot stand it”.

His kissings were incessantly, passionate for each stroke, down to her navel. With every cry and tug on his hair, Ominis became more wild and untamed. He ordered her with full authority sound “spead wide your legs”, his eyes turned red. Vianka screamed. His hands separated the left leg from right, roughly and inpatiently, just to expose a beautiful rose with familiar fragant: this is where apple, english pear and vanila come from.

He licked, he slurped and he devored it without hesitation. The more Vianka cries and tousled his hair, the more Ominis showing his primal nature. He couldn't resist any longer and plunged his middle finger into her wetness, reveling in the frantic movements it elicited from Vianka,

"Merlin," he groaned as he felt how slick and ready she was for him.

Their eyes met and Ominis knew she was begging for him. But he wanted to play a little longer. "Tell me what you want, honeybun," he growled huskily. Vianka moaned and pleaded, unable to form coherent words, “Ominis, please”. With a smirk, Ominis finally gave in and thrust himself into her with all the force and passion he had been holding back.

Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, a dance fueled by desire and fueled by passion. Each movement sent sparks flying between them, their moans and cries mixing together in the air around them.

Ominis’ hands roamed over Vianka's body, exploring every curve and crevice with an intensity that left her breathless. But as their movements became more frantic and urgent, suddenly she couldn't take it anymore - the need for release overwhelmed her. “Oh Merlin!” she cried out as her body convulsed with pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over her again and again.

Ominis continued to thrust into her until he too reached his peak - releasing himself with a deep groan into Vianka's waiting arms. In those moments of vulnerability and intimacy, they knew that this intense connection between them would not easily be broken.

***

But the satisfcation of the gift was shattered by a loud, familiar voice.

“Ominis! Wake up, man, you’ve missed breakfast!”

At the shout of noisy voice, Ominis jolted awake, his cheeks flushing as he heard Sebastian’s voice. His disorientation only grew as he realized his bedsheets and blanket were damp.

Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his grin wickedly teasing. “Wow, mate. I know exactly who you’ve been dreaming about. You were whispering her name all night—like something was happening. Care to explain why your bed looks like a flooded common room?”

His face was the apogee of mischievous person who bring all Ominis’ ace card on the bragging position. Ominis groaned, burying his face in his hands. “For Merlin’s sake, Sebastian, leave me alone.”

But Sebastian was relentless, his laughter filling the dormitory. “I mean, I get it. But come on, Ominis—you couldn’t even keep it together in your dreams! You’re smitten.”

Ominis sat up, glaring in Sebastian’s general direction, though his face was still a deep shade of red. “Sebastian, if you say one more word, I swear—”

Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. “Alright, alright. But seriously, mate, you’ve got it bad.”

As Sebastian left the room, Ominis sighed, running a hand through his hair. The dream lingered vividly in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the way it had made him feel—nor the realization that Sebastian might be right.

For that day, Ominis avoid and hiding himself, particularly from Vianka and Sebastian. He cannot stand the wild thinking each time he saw her.

Our thought was a like monkey… each time it idles, it runs and jumps wild just like monkey… Now all i need to do was to drown myself into books… off to library, Ominis inner thought raced.

***

The next night was a restless one, the castle bathed in an eerie moonlight as Ominis tossed and turned in his bed. His dreams were plagued with the image of Princess Vianka, a figure so bewitching that she seemed to be from another world. She lay atop the royal bed, her features illuminated under a mysterious light.

Her perfectly sculpted left arm hung off the edge of the bed, the blanket slipping just enough to reveal its alluring shape. Ominis felt himself drawn towards her, unable to resist the overwhelming pull of her presence.

With shaking hands, he reached out to touch her arm, marveling at its flawless perfection. Each detail - from the delicate curve of her wrist to the smoothness of her skin - was like a masterpiece crafted by a divine hand. He couldn't resist bringing her arm closer, yet something stopped him.

A new fixation took hold of him. Her arm was irresistible, a work of art that called out to him with an unrelenting desire. He brought her hand to his lips, tasting each finger with a feverish hunger. The flavor was intoxicating, as if her essence carried the sweetness of fresh fruits and spices.

He traced every inch of her arm with his lips, savoring the feel of bone and muscle beneath her soft skin. With each kiss, his obsession intensified until it consumed him completely. No amount of exploration was enough - he needed more of her sweet vanilla scent and taste like candy that radiated from her skin.

His hunger only grew stronger. His touch became more daring, his lips tracing a path along her arm as he imagined indulging in every inch of her. But no matter how much he gave into his desires, they only deepened with each passing moment.

When he finally awakened, his breathing was uneven, his heart racing. The dream lingered in his mind, vivid and intoxicating, as he realized his bedsheets and blanket were damp once more.

Sebastian's booming voice shattered the stillness of the room once again, reverberating off the walls. "Ominis! Wake up! You've missed breakfast again!"

Ominis jolted upright, his face turning a deep shade of red. “Sebastian, stop!” he pleaded.

But Sebastian wasn't one to back down easily. He strode into the room, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, come on, mate. Don't be shy now," he taunted. "We all know who you were dreaming about last night." With a wicked grin, he continued, "I heard everything, every moan and whimper. 'Ooh baby, so good, so wet, you're perfect, oh Merlin... help me out.'" His mocking tone and exaggerated facial expressions made it clear that he was enjoying Ominis' discomfort.

Ominis buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I’m going to kill you.”

Sebastian laughed, clearly enjoying his friend’s misery. “Relax, Ominis. Your secret save with me. If there were more people in here, the gossip would spread like wildfire.” He paused, his grin turning even more wicked. Ominis glared at him, his voice low and serious. “Sebastian, if you say a single word to anyone—”

“I won’t,” Sebastian interrupted, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But at this rate, you’ll run out of clean sheets before the week is over.”

Ominis sighed, shaking his head as Sebastian laughed and left the room.