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There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
July 1891
"Dearest Anne,
How are you?
Thinking of you always.
School is returning soon, sixth year.
I've chosen my N.E.W.T.S, finally. Defense Against the Dark Arts, clearly. Ancient Runes, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms. I'm grateful to be rid of Herbology.
I've decided what I'd like to do after Hogwarts. Travel. Anywhere my family isn't. I want to be rid of them, and make a life for myself.
No, I haven't heard from Sebastian. I do hope he is alright.
Please respond to this letter, tell me how you are doing. I want to know, no matter the answer.
Take care of yourself. I send all my love.
Sincerely,
Ominis."
"Ominis,
I'm at Hogwarts over Summer. I'll stay safe here. How is Anne?
Sebastian."
"Sebastian,
She is faring, resilient as ever.
Ominis."
August 1891
"Professor Hecat,
I have a burning question about dark magic.
Unequivocally legal spells, Bombarda for instance, are designed to inflict equally incredible pain unto its victims.
Such spells are accepted by noble wizardkind, taught in schools, celebrated by duelists.
Why is it then that Unforgivable curses are, well, unforgivable? One must mean it, I'm aware. Nevertheless one must intentionally manipulate all magic, in order to wield it.
Why does one delve into its depths, if the act of casting such spells likely results in a dementors kiss?
Perhaps I have been reading too little and reflecting far too much.
We shall speak in the new term,
With respect
Ominis Gaunt."
"Mister Ominis Gaunt,
Thank you for your letter.
I'd prefer to discuss such matters in person.
I'm afraid there is an abundance more to be said to answer your query than one can write in a singular letter.
Shall we meet in my classroom on the first day of the term? We shall discuss this matter further then.
Hope you enjoyed your Summer holiday.
Regards,
Dinah Hecat."
"Dearest Anne,
Please respond.
I've sent you letter after letter for weeks. Are you reading them?
I have the nerve to march right down to Feldcroft and read them out to you. I, better than anyone, know how hard it can be to read.
It's been too long since I've visited. June was only two months ago. I miss you.
I've spoken to Sebastian. Briefly, but I believe it's a start. He apologised for disappearing from our lives. I told him "Sebastian, are you aware I'm blind? I couldn't even tell you even left." Safe to assume he didn't find it as funny as you would.
Amadeus says I should be more patient with him. That boy has a heart of gold, I tell you. A true Hufflepuff indeed.
I believe we share the same endearment for each other. I thought we had an agreement between us, but now I'm not too sure.
Nevertheless, he misses you too.
Anne, please respond. Use that dictating charm I taught you, if you feel up to it. I need to hear you're alright.
All my love,
Ominis."