Ominis

| | Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | | Gryffindor House | | Ronald B. Weasley , | | interpreted by kettu.

' oh, bloody hell, here we go... '

I will play Ron at any age requested, I'm also very much open for different au's! – that being said... I will not write any sexual themes with this muse.

Summer in Feldcroft

Something kind of different, wanted to do a landscape and play with some brushes. I'd like to think that the three had some happy memories before everything went to shit.

for muses who notice & ask questions about it. some of these are statements more than questions - but they’re still asking about something, so they are on the list. have fun!

“How long have you had this?”

“Have you ever thought maybe you didn’t want to…?”

“What do you like about it?”

“You don’t ask for a lot.”

“Did you ever…?”

“What is it about that [item/place]?”

“You’re not surprised.”

“Where did you get that scar?”

“You know more about this than I do.”

“Are you afraid of it?”

“Can I help?”

“What made you do it?”

“What were you thinking?”

“They have a much different impression of you than I do.”

“Why are you here?”

“What was your mother/father/childhood like?”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened.”

“When you had [experience]… what was that like for you?”

“What was your first impression of me?”

“Did you ever think we’d end up like this?”

“How’s your breathing?”

“Are you thinking of doing [x] again?”

“Do you need me to come home?”

“I love you.” (oh boy, when this is a question, not a statement.)

"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day."

❝ Oh  but  of  course ,  Mr.  Gaunt .  Apologies  for  questioning  your  decisions .  Please  forgive  me . ❞  The  most  dramatic  of  tones  had  engulfed  his  voice  -  the  little  performance  one  impossible  to  resist .  He  knew  about  Ominis’  parents,  after  all  -and  their  supposed  superiority  in  the  Wizarding  World ;  they’d  often  taunted  them  at  Hogwarts ,  performances   and  silly   pretends  thrown  in  the  dorm  or  in  Feldcroft   every  time  Ominis  felt  bad .

At Sebastians offer, to accompany him to Hogsmeade, Ominis' smile faded quickly, though not as if it was an idea he didn't care for. He was just surprised and he took a moment or two before giving Sebastian any kind of response. "Are y... Really?" His tone was still clear with genuine surprise but also very hopeful.

Ominis had missed Sebastian every second since... since that time. Or perhaps some time before then. He'd missed Sebastian's friendship more than anything. And now, being playful with each other again and being invited along? Ominis forgot about his nightmares. Just like that.

🎁 + a letter after a few too many butterbeers ?

My dearest Ominis, she writes, giggling, even though she had just told her friend that she was doing 'homework' here at The Three Broomsticks.

Did he look funny? Perhaps there was foam from the drink left on his upper lip? Ominis patted the back of his hand against his mouth and felt nothing. Had he tied his tie backwards? No...

Then he felt her nudge and he frowned, gently patting the parchment she'd passed him and let out a small exhale. "What's this–– Is this a letter? A n n e," he tried to groan and sound annoyed, but it all was too humorous that a chuckle slipped through his lips instead. He took his wand and made a swift motion over it and its written text began reading itself out loud to him in Anne's own voice.

The pale skin on Ominis' face turned pink, and he quickly silenced the letter once it finished.

❝ So ,  you are  willing  to help  me  open them  ? ❞   Disbelief .  Disbelief  painted his  tone  - for  Ominis  had always  been  clear about  his  views on  the  Dark Arts .  To  bring him  the  books belonging  to  the family  he  so  bitterly hated, to  help  him read  text  he so greatly  disapproved  of … it  was  so unlike  him .  It was  so  unexpected. So  startling .  Except if  eventually …  he’d  realized that Anne  was  more important  than  some silly  morals.  

His expression grew more sad at Sebastian's words about that Anne, too, would appreciate what Ominis had more or less agreed to, and offered. No. She wouldn't, Seb... She wouldn't.

"Well, then..." He spoke more quietly, lowering his head. "I will bring you these texts after the holidays. I suggest, if I may, that you try to rest and look after yourself in the meantime. You're putting a lot of stress on your body and mind... Please, be more careful. I'll... I'll stay out of your way, to not upset you any further."

Though, he wasn't sure how he'd manage that in their dorm. Then again, there was always the general common room and the Undercroft. Either way, his worried about Sebastian were too great to care more about how he'd manage to avoid him. The thought of Sebastian getting in severe danger suffocated him.

"...Please. Please, be careful...? Sebastian, please. I couldn't stand it if–" He cut himself off before turning around and making his way to leave through the classroom door where now outside it, a loud group of second years were waiting. Right before he left, he spoke over his shoulder, out of pure habit. "We have Potions next,"

He'd make it straight for the Slytherin common room first though, he thought, to gather some essential things in case he'd need them later.