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Assistant: Title: Sins of the Father
        Author: totomoo totomoo 
        Chapter: 10/65 
        Summary: Only fools would ever deign to consider that one could outrun the cost of a bargain.  For Victor Rookwood, his deeds and dealings have become his daughter, Caroline’s, to bear. For Ominis Gaunt? A centuries-old myth and whispers of a curse among the pureblood families stands in his way of finding happily ever after. And for Sebastian Sallow? Two years in the company of Hogswarts’ Heroine has only served to estrange him from old friends and Anne. Embittered and guilt-ridden, seventh year arrives to collect for all his sins.With an impending marriage, love potions, the attentions of Marvolo Gaunt and Phineas Black II, finishing seventh year is the least of Caroline’s, Ominis’, or Sebastian’s worries.Enemies to Lovers: Sebastian Sallow x Caroline RookwoodFriends to Lovers: Ominis Gaunt x Garreth WeasleyNote: Player Character is not the same as Original Female Character
        Contents: Chapter 10: Meeting the Families
    

    

        
          
          
            She looked up and down the corridor as she waited for Ominis to answer the door. The basket in her hand was heavy and laden with comforting treats— it had been a long day. And she was looking forward to catching Ominis up on everything.
          
        

      
        
          
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    Chapter 10 Caroline ** “French, German, and Italian?” Ursula Flint Black nodded appraisingly at her answer, casting her son, Phineas, a smile as he sat next to Caroline in the newly established shop of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. “Yes, Lady Black—my family traveled through Europe before we settled here in England. Mama is a wonderful teacher, she was an accomplished musician and singer before she married my father.” “Oh! And do you play, dear?” Caroline nodded, her fingers playing with her own hands underneath the table, “Yes, the piano and violin—though I’m not much of a singer as my mother.” Lady Black laughed heartily, eyeing her up and down, “I can see why Phineas is quite taken with you then. A well-bred young lady, indeed!” She smiled, resisting the urge to wince at the title noting Phineas’ awkward cough as his mother continued to appraise her. Caroline breathed a small sigh of relief at the cracking pop of a house elf appearing, Lady Black refocusing her attention on the new arrival, “Kreacher! Is everything alright?” The house elf bowed low, stuttering as it stared between Lady Black and Phineas, “Belvina is asking for you ma’am.” Lady Black sighed, pouting as she turned to Caroline and Phineas, “I’m afraid I must cut my stay short. But please, do enjoy yourselves! Phineas—you must write me more about this later. Of the few letters I receive from you, to hear about a young lady—finally!” Caroline stood to drop into a slight curtsey goodbye, waiting for her to leave before she turned to Phineas with a soft laugh. He bit his lip to hide his smile, turning to the elf next to him, “Thank you, Kreacher—truly! That will be all for now.” “Kreacher is most happy to help master Phineas!” the house elf exclaimed with a happy wiggle of his ears before popping away. Phineas bowed, before he stood to extend his arm to her, “I apologize for my mother’s enthusiasm, she can be a bit of an acquired taste.” She laughed, taking his arm as they meandered down Diagon Alley looking through shops, “She seems quite lovely though. Do you think I passed her review?” “There’s no doubt about that,” he laughed,” “She’s lovely enough… especially if you meet the single criteria of being a Pureblood.” He gave her an apologetic smile, “She’s not very fond of anything Muggle.” Caroline nodded as they stopped at the front of Flourish and Blotts, peering up at him, “I take it you don’t share the same views?” “Clearly,” he scoffed, pouting, “I was quite hoping she would have been busy. I did hear such great things of Muggle London.” She bit her lip at the disappointment on his face, “Well then—perhaps next time we should go. In disguise though, yes?” He laughed nodding, taking hold of her hand crooked through his arm, and kissing the back of her palm softly, “It’s a promise then.”  ** Two families in one day—Caroline thought as her knee bounced underneath the table at the Three Broomsticks. She had opted for this second meeting to be closer to Hogwarts—in the hopes that familiar faces would deter her next suitor from trying anything untoward. Sirona had placed her at a table viewable from the bar. Thank Merlin for that woman… honestly—she thought as Marvolo pulled his chair to sit before her. “Good afternoon, my darling—and how are you this fine day?” Caroline had a stiff smile as she watched him sit, blinking in curiosity as she looked behind him, “Is… is your family joining us?” Marvolo gave her a chuckle, as he leaned back in his chair, “I thought we could have some alone time to get to know each other.” She cleared her throat, as she took the sight of him in. Marvolo had the Gaunt aquiline features, with his high cheekbones, his blonde hair falling in a slight curl to the side—unlike Ominis’ normally combed back hairstyle—gracing the eldest Gaunt with a more carefree appearance.   He was not an unattractive man—in fact, if Marvolo did not exude such a disturbing and unpleasant air, Caroline would have found him incredibly charming and handsome. But the man simply kept gazing at her with a licentious glint in his eyes—appraising her very being. She shivered, wishing she had kept her cloak on—this was far less fun than spending the morning with Phineas. “So, Caroline tell me—how are your classes going?” She quirked a brow at that—he wanted to know about classes? How odd, “It’s not too terrible, the professors have been incorporating much of the basics and foundations to prepare us for NEWTs.” “Ah yes… foundations,” he rolled his eyes at that, “Surely they’ve taught you all something new this year though?” “Well… we are learning about love potions,” she said thoughtfully. “Love potions? My… those are my absolute favorite,” the grin he cast her sent a chill down her spine.   ** She looked up and down the corridor as she waited for Ominis to answer the door. The basket in her hand was heavy and laden with comforting treats— it had been a long day. And she was looking forward to catching Ominis up on everything. She had hightailed it into Honeydukes, picking a few treats and snuck her way back into the castle using the One Eyed Witch passage, only breathing a sigh of relief when she step foot back inside the castle walls. Marvolo insisted on walking her back, his hand steadily creeping down her backside before she stammered an excuse about re-stocking her trunk’s stash of treats. She had slipped away as her companion encountered a colleague of his by the name of Ramirus Lestrange. Caroline stepped back in shock at the sight of Sebastian answering the door, stammering as she frowned, “Sorry, I thought Ominis might… I thought you were—" He rolled his eyes, leaving the door open to wave her in, glaring as he tapped his foot impatiently, “Are you going to just stand there or are you coming in?” “Sebastian’s not going to bite, Caroline!” She heard Ominis shout from within, pouting as she side stepped into the room casting a worried glance at Sebastian’s figure as he closed the door and made his way back towards his desk. He normally made a fuss with her presence in their room and yet, there he was without a smart quip or hateful stare. “Ominis,” she sighed as she took off her robe to sit more comfortably on his bed. He was reading again, his wand moving left to right as he scanned the pages, “I brought lots of treats!” “Hmm, by the sound of the heft of that basket it seems like you’ve had a long day,” he laughed as she passed over the contents, “I smell chocolate frogs, Cornish pasties, raspberry tarts, butter beer, and— what in Merlin’s name is this lump?” Caroline’s cheeks heated, grabbing the large pouch and tucking it into the pocket of her folded robes, “Sorry— don’t mind that!” 
  She was not about to admit to buying another present for Sebastian’s birthday with him in the room.
 She would have to figure how to squirrel it into Ominis’ trunk another day. It had become a habit since she had met the twins, to buy a present for Anne and one for Sebastian. Despite their issues, Caroline still cared, not for Sebastian alone, but definitely for Anne’s sake— now, he was an @rs@ most days, selfish, arrogant, and an absolute pr@ck. But he had been kind, thoughtful, and sweet on the lowest of days when they were young—when he thought much more highly of her than now. It was a habit; one she wasn’t entirely sure she kicked yet. There were some days, much like today that she thought he was back to his old self. But a quick glance at his side of the room and his intent poring over textbooks, ignoring her, told her otherwise. She sighed, oh well—he was missing out on the Cornish pasties she brought, shrugging as she caught Ominis up on her day. She was surprised—Sebastian hardly scoffed in her direction as she sat in Ominis’ bed. No off handed comments about her. “Any more bidders?” “Everett Clopton’s family sent a bid,” Caroline stated as Ominis rose his brows before she sighed. “And?” She shrugged, “Vincent said he had to decline on account of their finances. Said if it was the Dale family he would have higher reason to accept.” Ominis pursed his lips in thought, “Doubtful… if your brother’s adhering to the basic rules, the Dale family would have been disqualified. Their mother’s muggleborn. Hmm, I do find it strange Larson’s family pulled. Prewett, your brother would have likely declined. But the Larsons? They’re not inducted into the Twenty-Eight, but they’ve better business outlooks and have been purebloods for generations.” “Don’t remind me—I’m literally hoping someone miraculously comes through or that Vincent will choose Phineas at the end of all this,” she groaned plopping unceremoniously on Ominis’ bed. “Well, when the time comes—do let me know if you need a refresher course on what to expect during the you know what night,” Ominis laughed as Caroline let out a strangled cry as she hopped up from his bed. “With that boorish behavior, I’m off to bed,” she smiled as she dusted herself off, placing her robes back on her person as she made her way towards the door. Caroline jolted at the loud bangs, her hand hovering to reach for the knob. “Sebastian Sallow! Open this door now!” Before she could comprehend her voice, Caroline heard a shuffle and swearing behind her, the feel of an arm being wrapped around her waist and a hand over her mouth as she was dragged away from the door. “F@ck, f@ck—“ Sebastian was muttering to himself. Ominis groaned from his bed at the insistent knocking, “You’ve really made a mess of that one, Sebastian.” “I’m aware— and I’m not ready to deal with that right now,” Sebastian said panicking. Caroline was stumbling into Sebastian’s chest as he pulled her further into the room, her protests muffled as Ominis sighed, “Fine! Hide yourselves and I’ll get rid of her.” She pulled Sebastian’s hand off her mouth, pulling away to turn and glare at him, “For Merlin’s sake— what did you do and why am I being dragged into this?” “She’s upset I ended things with her,” Caroline’s brows rose at that—really—was all she could think in shock. She had thought they were going to be a forever kind of couple, the way they spent so much time together, the way she hung on his every word, the way they coupled noisily each night. “Right,” she nodded, smiling awkwardly before she turned to walk back towards the door, “Well, good luck with that!” His hand grabbed her arm to pull her back, “She’s not in her right mind right now and you do not want to be caught in the middle of her when she’s angry,” he glared at her, casting a worried glance at the door as Ominis swung his himself up to head towards the door. “There’s only so much I can do,” Ominis whispered to them as he moved his feet, “Figure something out! And do it quickly!” Sebastian looked at her intently, casting worried glances at the door, “Do you remember the disillusionment spell?” “Do I?” Caroline scoffed at him, “Of course I know that spell! Do you remember who found and taught it to you in second year?! Please tell me you haven’t forgotten the concept of revelio?” Unbelievable. Caroline rolled her eyes as his jaw dropped, his eyes widening in a slight panic as Ominis continued his trek to the door. Don’t do it, Caroline…he’s not going to be thankful in the least. She was tapping her foot, watching as he began to chew on his lip— was her roommate that terrifying? Sebastian ran his hands through his hair as she furrowed her brows at his increasing anxiety. Oh, for the love of—ugh! This is for Anne! All for Anne! “Tessie!” She whispered, a small crack popping into the room as a house elf bowed. Caroline wasted no time, reaching for Tessie’s small hand as she grabbed the front of Sebastian’s robes, uttering a simple command, “Mama’s!” A pop and blur whirled around them, her breath catching as they stumbled into the patio overlooking the seaside, the warmth of the air under the moonlit sky a significant contrast to the chilly air of the Scottish Highlands. “Merlin!” Caroline shouted as she landed forward her legs catching themselves on Sebastian’s robes, gasping in shock as she scrambled to try to remove herself from him, “Why must you wear your robes everywhere?” Seriously, what was the appeal of dramatically flourishing his robes as he walked down the hallway? “Caroline! Stop moving,” He growled beneath her. She bit her cheek, face heating as he stilled the frantic movements of her hips on his. She had read enough, listened to her mother enough, and definitely learned enough from Ominis’ stories to gleen what was going on there. She stopped breathing, the mortification choking any smart retort she had, realizing her movements were causing an undesirable reaction to the situation. Undesirable for both of them, she thought internally shaking her head—she did not want, Sebastian. She was not attracted to him on any level, primal or normally. Not at all. And he certainly did not want her—this was purely a visceral reaction. She let out a small squeak as Sebastian’s arm crooked around her and flipped them over, the feel of his hot breath lingering near her ear as he steadied his breathing. Why was it hot? Her clothes felt sticky, heavy underneath the heat of his body. “Annoying witch,” he grumbled, as he steadied himself above her to frown at her face. Caroline dared not move, dared not breathe, her heart thundering—dear Merlin, where was Tessie?! He was much too close, the brown of his eyes had darkened as they studied her, her throat letting out a whimper as his lips hovered a feather’s touch away from hers. He couldn’t! There was no way he would. Right? “Mia cara,” Caroline could have wept—not sure if it was in relief or embarrassment, the sound of her mother’s shocked voice as she found them in such a compromising position. “Mama! It’s not what it looks like!” She squeaked, pushing and kneeing Sebastian much to his displeasure as he balled himself up and fell away from her with a painful grunt. “Oh dear,” her mother raised a worried hand to her mouth as Tessie stood behind her mother’s legs, her ears drooped to hide her eyes, “That is likely quite painful—Tessie, be a darling and set up a suite for our guest.” “Mama—we’re not staying. This is just temporary,” she explained slowly, jumping up to her feet and brushing the dirt off her skirt. Cecilia Siciliano Rookwood was a candid woman, with her warm, wild honey blonde curls and teasing brown eyes, she was still a vision at the age of forty, dressed in silk robes and looking very much amused at her daughter’s current predicament. Caroline fidgeted under her mother’s gaze, pouting and hoping she would pass tonight without any comments. “Caroline, dearest— it’s no shame! Your father and I used to sneak away quite a bit for some fun when we were younger ourselves.” “Mama! We’re not—this isn’t that! This is…” She shrieked trailing off, wishing she could crawl under a large boulder or the foundation their villa sat on. What was she and Sebastian at this point? They were decidedly not lovers, and clearly not friends. “This is… Sebastian,” she finished flatly. He coughed behind her, wincing as he got up to his feet, “Good evening, ma’am—my apologies for the intrusion.” Her mother’s eyes danced between them, a cat like smile gracing her lips, “Sebastian? As in the Sebastian?” Merlin, kill her now—she thought, not meeting the curious stare Sebastian cast her at her peripheral. Why did mothers remember the silliest things? It was the summer after the year she met the twins and Ominis. She had a small crush on him, hung on his every word and relished the stolen moments of time spent with him in the library. But that all ended when he discovered girls—and Caroline’s feelings for the princely picture she painted him as, completely ended at the rather detailed account of another girl’s best features—specifically their br@@sts. He couldn’t tell Anne he would exclaim, proceeding to recount the lovely features of the young ladies of Hogwarts to the discomfort of her ears. To say it was frustrating was an understatement—to this day she was still reeling from the illicit books he would filch and try to show her from the Restricted Section. How to please and charm a woman, he termed his extensive study. Utter bollocks was more like it. “No mama, that is not the Sebastian. That one decided to shrivel away and die. This is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>, or young Mr. Sallow, or just Sallow who is only here as a favor because of his own lover’s quarrel.” Cecilia cast her a disbelieving look, waving nonchalantly as she turned to walk back in, “Nonsense! I haven’t had guests in ages, most of all a visit from my darling daughter. You’ll stay the night, it is decided!” Caroline groaned, watching the woman walk away before she rounded on Sebastian, stalking towards him and poking his chest, “Do not under any circumstances speak ill of my father to mama, do you understand? She absolutely loved—still loves him and will not hesitate to throw you over the cliffs if you so much as speak terrible things about him. Take them up with me, but not her, understood?” He rolled his eyes before nodding, “Silent as a grave.” She huffed, turning to stomp after her mother—she hoped her mother had a good bottle of wine ready.    
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Happy start to your weekend! <3 Denial is such a complex emotion ;)Don't worry-- Ominis and Garreth will have their own first date chapter soon. Next chapter however will have a very much needed "conversation" between Ominis and a certain young lady.I could not for the life of me find more about the Lestrange family tree (which isn't important in this story but there is no canon ancestor prior to Reinhard Lestrange).Yes, Kreacher is in this-- as house elves can live past two hundred years. I like to think he was Scrope's apprentice.'
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