Sebastian Sallow has been incarcerated in Azkaban for two years now. Despite your and Ominis Guant's opposition to reporting him, Anne, Sebastian's twin sister, insisted on it. Although she now regrets her decision, she knew it was the right thing to do. Sebastian's adrupt departure left Ominis feeling desolate and isolated for years. Despite your best efforts to provide companionship, your relationship with him grew stronger, yet you were aware that the connection he shared with Sebastian could never be replaced. As the end of your final year at Hogwarts approaches, a sense of melancholy washes over you. Hogwarts has been your only true home, and the thought of leaving it behind is daunting.
You have no memories of your life before Professor Fig rescued you from the poacher's camp, where the Ashwinders had wiped your memory clean. After rescuing you, Professor Fig Brought you to Hogwarts, where you were sorted into the Hufflepuff House. Despite starting as a fifth-year student, you were welcomed by Sebastian, who was the first to greet you after a fierce battle in Defence Against The Dark Arts class. Everyone found it strange you were a new student in your fifth year, but Sebastian didn't care about that. He saw your potential and welcomed you with open arms.
Sadly, Professor Fig is no longer with you, having sacrificed himself to save you and help return the Repository to its rightful place under Hogwarts. However, you betrayed his trust and kept the Repository's power for yourself, hoping it would cure Anne.
Your heart ached to aid Sebastian in his quest to heal Anne, to see the joy return to his face as it had when he first introduced you to the wonders of Hogsmeade. The memory of his smile and the way he had spoken of the importance of your presence still lingered in your mind. His charisma had enchanted you more deeply than any incantation ever could. Lost in contemplation, I was jolted back to reality by the sound if my name being called. It was Poppy, a fellow Hufflepuff whom I had become friends with during my first year at Hogwarts. Together, we embarked on perilous expeditions to save magical creatures from the clutches of poachers. We even collaborated with the Centaurs to safeguard the rare endangered Snidget, a species believed to be extinct.
"Rose!" Poppy called out, using the nickname that my friends have given me. Without knowing my past or who I was, Professor Fig yook it upon himself to give me my name Róísín, an Irish name that translates to "Little Rose".
"Rose, are you there?" I heard Poppy's voice calling out to me again. She informed me that Ominis was waiting for me at the entrance of the dormitory once again. Ominis took it upon himself to meet up with me every morning to walk to breakfast together. A small comfort I look forward to every morning. I pushed my thoughts a side and quickly gathered my books into my bag before hurrying out of the common room. I waved goodbye to Poppy and made my way towards the Entrance where Ominis was waiting. As I approached the entrance, I saw Ominis standing there. His brown hair was pushed back in its usual manor, his pale eyes shone like moonlight. One could easily get lost in their depth if they looked into them for too long. It was a bit intimidating, but I had grown used to it over time. He was leaning against one of the barrels, his tall and slender figure waiting patiently for me. I couldn't resist the urge to sneak up on him and scare him a little, hoping to see his perfect appearance disheveled for once. As a Pure-Blood, Ominis always took good care of his appearance. His green and black robes were always neatly pressed, and his hair was always slicked back to the side perfectly in place. He was a Picture of pure perfection.
As I slowly and quietly approached him, his lips curved into a smile as he looked in my direction, His smile was to die for, and he was perfectly handsome. I couldn't help but wonder why other girls weren't throwing themselves at him.
"There you are, my Darling," Ominis said as I approached him. "Took you long enough to get here. By the time we reach the Great Hall, all the cauldron cakes would be gone". I stopped in my tracks and frowned a bit, crossing my arms across my chest and pouting, I had been caught so soon. "How do you do that, Ominis? I'm starting to think that you being blind was all made up," I said half-jokingly. He chuckled softly and extended his free hand to me, his other hand holding his wand. Ominis was born blind and no spell was able to reverse it. After this, he took to his wand, which was almost sentient, to navigate his way around. It was a unique and impressive skill that he had developed over the years. He was able to sense his surroundings through his wand, and it was almost as if the wand had a mind of I
Its own. It was fascinating to watch him use it, and I was always in awe of his abilities. I took Ominis' hand into mine and locked my arms around his. He didn't beed me to lead him through the halls, but it was something I always enjoyed. His hands were soft and comforting, and they were always warm. I looked to his presence and touch for comfort now that Sebastian was gone. Ominis was a good friend, and he always knew how to make me feel better. We walked through the halls together, chattering and laughing as we made our way to the Great Hall for breakfast. As always, The Great Hall was filled with chatter, students laughing and talking amongst one another as they enjoyed the enormous rows of food spread throughout the tables. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of Cauldron Cakes, Pumpkin Pastries, and Treacle Tarts, my favorite. Ominis and I made our way to our usual spot at the Slytherin table, and we were greeted by our friends who were already there. Usually, each student must eat with their assigned house, but since I did save Hogwarts from Ranrok and his Goblin Rebellion, the teachers, including Headmaster Professor Black, have looked away from this small rule-breaking. I officially became Slytherin's designated Hufflepuff, and I was grateful for the exception.
As we eat together in The Great Hall, I couldn't help but notice a familiar figure approaching us. It sas leander Prewett, a annoying Gryffindor who took pleasure in tormenting younger students like Zenobia Noke, a Ravenclaw who enjoyed a game of Gobstones here and there. Gobstones is a thrilling game that involves small stones, much like Marbles. However, theres a twist if you loose, you get sprayed with a putrid-smelling liguid. During her girst year, Leander and a few other students were upset with Zenobia for winning a round of Gobstone, so they collected her stones and hid them around the school. Despite her kindness, Zenobia was often ostracized by her peers. I helped her retrieve her stones and occasionally chatted with her. Although her constant quizzing on Hogwarts history could be a bit tedious, she was a good kid. I nudged Ominis' arm gently with my elbow, trying to ignore the walking headache that was slowly creeping up on us. Ominis' face contorted into a Grimace as he recognized the sound of their approaching footsteps.
Leander was always jealous of Sebastian's popularity A
And the fact he bested him in everything, including Crosswands. He tried desperately to best Sebastian at anything,but he would always failed. He even went as far as to claim that he used a spell on his own mother to shrink her, just to make himself look cool. However, we all knew it was nothing more than a desperate attempt to impress us.What was even more irritating was that Leander thought that Sebastian and I were together. Now, he has his eyes set in me.
I must admit that Sebastian and I shared a deep connection with each other, and my feelings ran deeper than I want to admit, but we never dared to cross that line. Sebastian was so cought up in saving Anne that he had no room in his heart for anything else. Sometimes, I wonder if maybe the connection was all in my head, and that he only used me to help Anne. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind from such depressing thoughts. Now wasn't the time to overthink things, I had more pressing matters to attend to, like getting rid of the horrid Leander Prewett.
Leander approached me, his hand landed firmly on the table, separating me from Ominis. His tall, slender frame loomed over me, his face was unconformably close. "Well, well, well, look who it is," Leander said with a smirk, running his greasy red hair through his fingers. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to conceal my disgust, "My girl," He said, as if his Pure-Blood status was enough to make me swoon. I belonged to no one, and I'm about to make sure he knew it. In an instant, a hand shot out and seized Leander's shoulder before I could even react. The force with which they dpun him around left me momentarily stunned. It was only when I saw Ominis' furious expression that I realized who it was. I had never seen him so angry before. His grip on Leander's robes was so tight that his pale knuckles had turned a deep shade of red.
"Prewett, you little shit. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ominis growled as he pulled Leander closer to him. "I may be blind, but even I can sense the discomfort and disgust on Rose's face every time you're around. She's not your property, nor is she a prize to be won. Just because Sebastian isn't here doesn't mean you can go around Hogwarts trying to take his place. You could never compare to him, and you'll never be good enough for Rose. If I hear that you've overstepped her boundaries again, I won't hesitate to cast Incendio on you." Leander was about to speak, but Ominis cut him off by throwing him to the ground. The other students in the vicinity fell silent, oblivious to what was happening. Ominis grabbed my wrist and led me out of the Great Hall and towards the Reception Hall. I glanced back to see Leander still on the floor, his face frozen in shock. I couldn't resist teasing him by sticking my tongue out before turning my attention back to Ominis. Although his anger was still evident on his face, his touch remained gentle and tender as he continued to guide me along. We remained silent throughout the entire journey, and Ominis led me to our first class, Potions. I wanted to ask him why he had become so heated, but I knew it wasn't the right time yet. As we entered the potions classroom, I could feel the tension in the air. Ominis took his seat without a word, and I followed suit. Professor Sharp began his lesson, but my mind kept wandering back to Ominis and his outburst earlier. I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered it, we were both use to Leander's annoying little advances. He had been trying to win over my affection for years, but I had never been interested. After class, I decided to confront Ominis.
"What happened earlier?" I asked, trying to keep my tone gentle. I cought Ominis' eyes on me, and he seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated and remained silent. His hand extended towards me, as if he wanted to caress my face, but pulled back, unsure if he should touch me. His inner turmoil won over, and he withdrew his hand before making contact. Ominis signed heavily before responding. "It's just..." he trailed off, hesitating once again, unsure of how to truly express himself to me. "It's Sebastian," he finally said." He's been on ny mind a lot lately..." my mind raced as I tried to understand why Ominis would be hesitant to mention Sebastian to me. "I know it's hard Ominis, but you can't keep bottling it up. You need to talk about it." Ominis looked at me with a pained expression. "I understand, but it's incredibly challenging. I have this overwhelming sense of Ddsappointment in myself, as if I let him down, let you down, I
Let anne down. I can't help but think that there was more I could have done to assist all of you." I reached out and took his hand,offering a comforting grip. At first, he recoiled, but soon his hand eased into mine, reciprocating the gentle pressure. His cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze away from mines, yet he clung to my hand, still acclimating to my touch. "You did everything you could, Ominis. You were there for him when he needed you most. You can't blame yourself for what happened," Ominis looked back at me, his pale eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered. I smiled at him, feeling relieved that we had talked about it. Out of nowhere, I felt a gentle tug on my hand. Ominis was pulling me closer, his face inching towards mine. My eyes were drawn to his lips, and my heart began to race. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as my pulse quickened. Was he going to kiss me? Did I even want him to? My thoughts were a jumbled mess ss I tried to make sense of the situation. But as Ominis drew nearer, I couldn't help but shut my eyes and wait for ehat was to come. Suddenly, a voice called out to Ominis from a distance. He turned around, and I opened my eyes to find that his face was no longer close to mine. Instead, he was facing Garreth Weasley, who had apparently been the one to call out to him. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Had Ominis really been about to kiss me? Did Garreth see what was happening? I tried to pull my hand away from Ominis so I could leave for my next class, But he held on tightly. He was still focused on Garreth, who was talking about one of his latest potion experiments. I didn't know what it had to do with Ominis, but I knew I had to leave quickly. I pulled my hand away from Ominis and turned to head for the door at full speed. I didn't look back to see if Ominis was following me or if he had even looked back. I couldn't bear to face him. As I rushed out of the Room, my mind was racing with questions. What had just happened? Was Ominis really interested in me? And if so, why did he seem so distracted by Garreth? I couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and confusion as I made my way to my next class, Muggle Studies. Fortunately, Ominis was not present in this class as his parents had strictly prohibited him from setting foot into it. They were vehemently against their son being associated with anything related to muggles. In fact, they were appalled that the school allowed Mud-Bloods, a filthy term for those with both magical and nonmagical ancestry, to attend. They believed that the school was already contaminated enough with such individuals. All I wanted was to forget about the whole thing and move on with my day. But as I sat in class, my mind kept wandering back to Ominis and the almost-kiss. I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if Garreth hadn't interrupted us. Would I have let Ominis kiss me? And if so, what would that have meant for our friendship...? For Sebastian?...