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✦Prologue✦

✧A CONVERSATION WITH THE ELDEST✧

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Romulus stood outside his mother's study for an onset of a growing minute, he was worried—more than that really. He was starting to feel the weight of being the eldest brother, and not that he really cared all that much when they were at home or in the company of friends or family.

At school it would be nothing short of a blessing if Imara listened to him on the Quidditch pitch. Going into third year was going to be a right challenge, not only was he co-captain of his houses' quidditch team, but he wanted to make a good appearance to Professor Flitwick on the chance that he could perhaps be a prefect next term.

Aurora knew that her son was on the other end of the door, and as much as she wanted to wave her wand and throw open the door to allow him in. She knew more than anyone that sometimes it calmed down the bundled ball of anxiety to just breathe and think of what needs to be said before going ahead.

It was another indication that Romulus and Imara were indeed her children, Ronan on the other hand was starting to grow like his father with each passing moment. Right up to the style of his hair now that she thought about it, and—

A small knock bounced against the thick wooden frame.

"Come in!" She shouted, though it didn't stop her scribbling as she continued her final thoughts. Yet when she didn't hear the footsteps of her son, she peeked up for and shook her head.

"I won't bite, love...Come in." She cooed, and thus Romulus had continued forward—For a moment he thought his father would be in the room as well, but given that he was no longer on house arrest. The man was making every opportunity to explore the new aged world that he had missed.

Hilarious to say the least, especially when her eyes flickered back to the door awaiting for another knock to start this little talk.

"I promise it won't be like first year again, it—"
"Let's wait until your father comes before we start getting into the details of what we don't want happening this year. Alright?...Did you get everything packed up and away?"
"Yeah, but I have a few days left mum—Oh. I guess you were like that too, huh?" She nodded along, though that wouldn't stop either from repacking the night before and morning during.

It was just in their nature.

"Though I did want to mention something before he gets here, and it doesn't have anything to do with what happened your first or second year." He nodded, eager to get his mum in a better mood before his father returned home. Which should be any minute.

"There's going to be another first year that I want you to look after—You don't have to befriend him just...Keep an out for him, will you?" She spoke as though she already uttered his name outloud, and this caused the lad to frown.

"Uh, who?"

"My godson, though that doesn't really technically have any relation to you all things considering. I don't recall if the two of you ever met when you were babes. But Harry's going to be entering this year, Gryffindor for certain."

"Harry...You mean Harry Potter, don't you? Goddess mum, just send me to an early grave, won't you? I already have to watch Imara with the Weasley twins! That should be a full-time job!" It made Romulus groan at the sight of his mum rolling her eyes, but as she moved away from her desk and leaned against the front—She began offering her support in a sense of comfort. Two hands cupping and locking themselves over his cheeks to prevent any distractions.