-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦One-

✧MIRRORING A MURDERER✧

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TWO YEARS LATER

Romulus had a few reasons to be upset that the summer was coming to an end, more so than that—It was as if every damn year, the one person that his mother told him to look out for decides to either run towards danger or ignore the rules.

He didn't complain to his mother, otherwise it would look like he's unable to do what she asked. But truthfully, how the hell was he meant to know that a basilisk was prowling their halls last year, or that he'd go and fight a troll in the prior than that.

Thankfully Cara had befriended those Gryffindors in her year—Which was easy considering Imara was best mates with the Weasely's twin in their own year.

The only issue is that he had to worry about Ronan, who slept all the way in the dungeons and hardly had time to study together with how the Ravenclaw and Slytherin practices lined up. Not to mention how traumatized the Lestrange's were the previous dueling club with Lockheart as a professor.

Romulus could only hope that this semester would at least bring a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or else he was most certainly going to consider his uncle's suggestion on transferring to Ilvernmorny.

To make matters even worse, he'd have OWLS this year—His mother already quizzed them to the point where Imara screamed out of the library.

"I rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty bloody spoon than hear about rat's tails being boiled down to whatever—I'll just fail potions!" That did not pass over well, as it turns out, their mother forbade anyone to fail her beloved subject.

And to be frank, it would look mighty ridiculous to have a world-renowned potion's mistress for a mother and not know basic potions?

Though then again, Romulus was on his way to earning an internship at one of his mother's facilities the following summer and he couldn't bloody wait. Imara was a little less excited, but half of it would be spent there while the other was at a chosen destination that Scamander helped set up.

His thoughts were startled when he caught his mum peeking into his room, and a small smile appeared on his face—She saw it she could come in.

"Feeling better mum?" He asked, and she laughed in turning off towards the curtains and pulling them aside. As though he didn't have enough light.

"Alright as can be, the Auror's are coming once a week until they deem us 'not an accomplice,' bloody idiots." She cursed with a roll of her eyes, but his mum turned back to look at her eldest with her finger up in the air. "That isn't something I want repeated, you respect any Auror unless they give you reason not to."
"Yes mum, wasn't planning on it. Didn't you hear Lori? She wants to be an Auror." He said with a smirk, causing his mother to groan.

"Hopefully not, and weren't you packed last night? I would've helped if—"
"Just double checking, I'll be down in a bit for breakfast."
"Take your time, Imara isn't up yet." Aurora said with a final kiss to his temple to see herself out.

He had almost half the mind to ask her for help, but he knew Lori would most likely have forgotten to pack something important—Thus taking up most of the morning.

Meow!

"Yes Odin, we're going back...And this year Thor will be coming. Won't that be grand?" The blind feline had mutely meowed once more to his partner at the mention of Lori's cat and Rommy chuckled in placing his last sweater inside.