-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦Three-

✧THE PROPER START OF TERM✧

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"Better be...Slytherin!"

Romulus couldn't have been all that displeased, if anything he was happy for his brother to have a sibling in their house to look after. And better yet, he knew father would be ecstatic as well.

So when he caught Ronan's shocked expression, he called him with a small whisper and motioned for him to stand up. The second son had recalled what Romulus had done when Cara had been called as Ravenclaw, and so he stepped over the bench he'd been sitting on and gave Lori the brightest smile of that very day. His little sister swelled with pride as she joined him, and he offered up what had been his seat—Though he knew it'd make her feel much better in sitting between either himself and Draco than a stranger.

"Decided to ditch the birds Lori?" Their cousin offered and she nodded, rather brightly at that and Ronan could only pull her close. "Proud of you."
"You don't think mum will be angry, will you."
"Not at all, no pouting now. Slytherin and proud." He said, offering his fist under the table to bump and she followed in pursuit.

"Welcome, welcome! To another year at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, clearing his throat to address the crowd of readily hungry students, and he hadn't been oblivious to that notion either. "Now, I'd like to say a few words... before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast—First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who's kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." There had been a round of applause and the fellow up at the head of the room had risen to bow slightly. Though Romulus had grinned, of course he'd know to give him chocolate for the Dementor's kiss.
He was knowledgeable in the realm of dark creatures for goodness sakes.

Though none of the Lestrange children didn't miss up the small 'good luck' Dumbledore had added at the end.

"Potter, is it true you fainted? I mean you actually fainted." Draco cheered, and Lori found herself laughing along or had until Ronan frowned.
"Not funny mate, Rom had it too." Course the Gryffindors hadn't heard that, but in turning back to their headmaster's voice—There'd been a warning.

"Finally, on a more disquieting note... at the request of the Ministry of Magic... Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the dementors of Azkaban... until such a time as Sirius Black is captured. The dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds." Romulus rolled his eyes, his elbow connecting straight to the table for his chin to rest. Usually he held more respect for his elders, but frankly, all he wanted was to rest.

"Now whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, a word of caution. Dementors are vicious creatures. They'll not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you... to give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving." Imara sucked in a breath, knowing that Madam Lestrange wouldn't let this go with the Ministry nor Dumbledore.

It was just a matter of time.

"But you know, happiness can be found... even in the darkest of times... if one only remembers to turn on the light." The old cook dwelled, and sure Romulus saw how it resonated with Luna and Cara—And sure it would've passed well if he was a poet, not a headmaster.

"No offense professor, but that would've been a nice mention before I boarded the damn train," Romulus said, much too loudly. And thus, a roar of laughter had erupted and it had defiantly been echoed by the red-headed twins.
It wasn't often that the Lestrange would make a joke.