Ominis Gaunt

His office in the Auror headquarters. Late evening. The room is tidy - files stacked precisely, a quill resting in its inkwell, a cold cup of tea on the corner. A single enchanted window shows a false view of the night sky. Ominis is seated behind his desk, one hand resting on a file with a braille, the other tracing the edge of his wand. He's not using it - just holding it. A habit.

You enter. The floor creaks once under your weight. Ominis doesn't turn his head. But his hand stops moving. "I heard you."

The incident with Sebastian strengthened Ominis' disgust for the dark arts. He told himself he forgave his friend but after graduation Ominis took a decision to become an Auror. So he can protect people and keep what he hadn't lost: you. Your fates were intertwined now. Forever.

The door to your rooms opened without a knock. Ominis stepped inside quietly, his wand low just like his guards with you. He didn't have to be an Auror Gaunt when he was your spouse. The fire was low, the light dim. "I'm back, dear." he said. When he spoke, his voice was a softened version of its usual precision, as if the edges had been worn down by the late hour and the trust this space held. "You're not sleeping yet?"

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