-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦Ten-

✧OCTOBER 31ST✧

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While that didn't scream of being an issue, it was the sudden mention of their Uncle that caused Romulus to suck in a breath. "There's an emergency Prefect meeting right now, we've got to go." The entire line of Lestrange children had hurried from the Dungeons up towards the Gryffindor tower.

Clearly the commotion had still been heavily affecting the rest of the school. Romulus had called Ronan to keep both the younger siblings nearby as both he and Imara entered the Gryffindor Common room.

It hadn't been their first time inside, but it certainly wasn't the same energy as it was in the nights before. "I've got Romulus, Professor McGonagall," Imara called out and Minerva let out her held breath.
"Thank you Ms.Lestrange—I'm sure your sister informed you of—"
"Yes, she did. What happened here exactly?" Romulus dwelled, and it wasn't hard to see that Harry Potter's entire dorm room with his mates had been demolished in its entirety.

"Goddess—What's the plan then?"
"I'm not sure yet Mr.Lestrange, Professor Dumbledore is still out searching the rumors that the portraits have seen." He nodded and eyed the fact that none of the Gryffindor students seemed comfortable.

"If Black could get in here, I wouldn't put it past him to try for the others...Would it be possible to have everyone in one place? I don't feel comfortable with my siblings in the dungeons and I doubt the Gryffindors would want to be here after that." McGonagall had stared towards the very face that stuck terror in this tower, but the brightness of Aurora Lestrange had graced her at this very moment.

"I'll take that with the Headmaster, ten points to Ravenclaw—For thinking on the spot." The Gryffindor prefect of their year had scoffed behind their own head of house as she walked out.

"Make your uncle's job much easier, isn't that right Lestrange?" Imara's fists curled towards the nameless Gryffindor as she let her hair flare in damnation and Romulus just took hold of her shoulder.

"Let's make it very clear, that I don't have anything to do with what my uncle does. None of us do." Romulus claimed, holding back his sister as he no doubt could see that turning violent. He didn't wait for a reply and continued to escort his sister back, though she slashed her shoulder out from under his hold.

"What's that face for?" Ronan questioned.
"What's going on?" Cara followed up, while Lori looked around with caution. This certainly wasn't the best start of her first year, that's for sure.

"We're probably going to be all sleeping in the Grand Hall by the looks of it, it's what that bloody lion said to Rom—Why'd you stop me, could've dropped him off the tower's edge."
"That's the last thing we want Imara, it's bad enough he's our Uncle. We're already being watched as is with mum and everyone, alright? Let's just follow suit and get ready for whatever they tell us." It hadn't taken long after that for the Head Boy and Girl to claim that sleeping bags would be provided in the great hall.

"Alright, we'll head to Ravenclaw's tower first and then head back down to the Dungeons so Roe and Lori can grab their things. Sound good?" He was met with instant nods from his four siblings and thus they hurried on their way, Ronan was thankful that he wouldn't have to venture by his lonesome.

Though he wasn't the biggest fan on waiting out in front of the door, granted the Ravenclaws weren't as judgemental—If anything, a few had asked if he and Lori were alright.