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-Chapter✦Eleven-

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After about two hours of being on the mirror, as a family, it was decided that if another incident happens in that sort—They would get pulled.

Romulus attempted to throw in words of defense, and the mixture of Ravenclaw and Slytherin could not battle the reasoning of their mother.

She was the head of the family—After what Aurora Lestrange had endured, her children being unhappy was the least of her concerns. Safety was her number one priority, and Severus Snape was in pure damnation on all sides.

As if he didn't know the severity of it all.

Although it had been decided that they would not be allowed to Hogsmead, Romulus didn't care. He simply had them all go as one group, and it was better than not going at all. Course they rarely stayed that long, not when there was such a sudden dislike to the Lestrange name.

It hadn't started out too badly, not when Imara had been so close with the rest of the Gryffindors. Just the unnerving pattern of being constantly weary to the point of avoiding conversations was leaving Romulus and the rest of his siblings upset.

Lorelei being the most affected.

Course the Slytherin's weren't at all that affected, but it was difficult to see them target the weakest link. Which was the youngest year.

"Are we staying in the castle this weekend?" Cara asked Roe and the lad nodded as he adjusted his satchel on his shoulder. "It'll cheer her up, maybe we could get out the board games and set up in a classroom for the day with some snacks. That'll lift her spirits." He caught his sister nodding with an excited smile.

Granted, he could use a bit of relaxing time with his family without needing to watch his back.

He and Malfoy might've come together on a common ground, meaning that their parents stepped in at this utter nonsense. And Draco being a following of his parent's directions, he made nice with Ronan—Though the tattler had gone to his parents in the record that Lestrange hadn't come back the same.

And Ronan scoffed at the mere notion of his mate being oblivious.

Upon entering their DADA room, either Cara and Ronan had taken their usual seats behind Malfoy with the birds behind them. It usually went like this in their classes, as Ronan wasn't going to pass up on his sister's brilliance in Potions.

And while Defense Against the Dark Arts was his strong suit, pairing up with his sister never hurt either.

In the midst of the room's conversation, the classroom's door had been yanked forward and slammed. Cara's eyes had widened in seeing Professor Snape's black cloak flowing off behind him as he pulls down the curtains and yanks the projection screen over the blackboard before darting his attention to the class.

"Turn to page 394."

There had been many curious glances, but none had the gall in speaking forward. Or that's what Cara had thought as she pulls her textbook and notebook out from her satchel. "Excuse me, sir, but where's Professor Lupin?" Harry's question had caused a bit of a stir, clearly everyone's movements had stalled to be able to hear.

"That's not really your concern, is it Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394." The professor had given the Lestrange twins a bit of a side smirk, course Ronan had returned it—Seeing what the topic had been placed for the week.