No String's On Me

              They never did try to get into my room. That made me feel extremely sad. Either they didn't get it, or they did and simply didn't care. But I would complete my end of things for the mission. Deciding to go ahead and make the designs up for the holsters and harnesses first. I sat at my desk and began to sketch them out.

               By morning, I had the basic design. I had also read three chapters unto the omega's edicate guide that Papa had given to me. It really was basically telling me to be a doll. I cried quietly for a bit. To be a proper omega, I would never have any right to an opinion. Never be allowed to speak up. I would be nothing but a pretty thing to look at. I finished that book and several others just to find they seemed to believe omega's needed that.

            I left my room, met Sally in the kitchen, and spoke with her quietly about it. Kretcher was also there listening.

          "Then master should give them exactly what they are asking for.show them exactly what you hear." Kretcher stated after setting up the tray of pastries.

       I raised a brow at him. "I don't want to be a doll, Kretcher. So why would I do that. I'd rather be rejected than be a doll." I asked as I finished dishing up the omelets.

        "So they see how unhappy you really is." Sally answered, placing soft biscuits on the plates I thought about it. Then, he gave a nod.

         "I'll need to change clothes, and I'll be needing some of your aid, Kretcher. This way, you can tell me what is best to get the point across." I grined at Kretcher as he gave me a rather sinister smirk.

       Soon enough, I was dressed precisely as Kretcher said omega's are demanded to. It was frilly and over the top. I walked smoothly and silently back to the dining table. I didn't speak but curtsyed to the whole table before sitting. I ate only a small amount of each food. As Kretcher would signal me when to stop.

         Several of the books had mentioned that an omega should never need to do any magic of any kind. So I set my wand on the table. Before I got up and walked away. "Honey, why are you leaving your wand?" Daddy asked me, and he sounded really concerned.

         I turned, not even really looking at them. Keeping in mind to keep my face bland but a small ghost like smile had to be present. "The books say I am not to use magic. So I left my wand. What's it matter? I will be a good omega."

          I turned on my heal and headed back to my room. Despite hearing their gasps. If they wanted me to stop, they'd have to apologize. I would be the prefect text book omega. A perfect little doll with no real personality or presence of my own.

         I asked Winky to gather the appropriate supplies for making the requested items and decided I would maintain the perfect image unless I was alone in my room. I set my station up at my desk to begin producing the items nessisary for their mission.

          Hours later, as I was building the 2nd harness, a soft knock was heard on my door frame. I straightened myself and schooled my face. "Harry sweetie, are you alright. Your dad and Papa are worried. They said you're not being yourself."

          I turned delicately maintaining the proper doll like posture. I kept my face settled into the perfect dolls emotion. "If I intend to be a good omega, then I must change myself. After all, a good omega would not have been so brazen. But as to your inquiry as to my well-being, I am fine as you can see." I gave a curt nod before turning back to continue working on the harness.

          I heard Draco sigh as he walked away. "Bug, you're allowed to have feelings and thoughts. You just have to be more careful with the way you speak to alphas. We can take it as a challenge. We just don't want you to be hurt, is all."