-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦TwentyThree-

✧COMPLICATIONS AT ITS FINEST PT.1✧

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Aurora had been awake for quite some time, knowing that her eldest wouldn't make it until morning without being awoken by one another stomach. She was high-wired, all things considering.

Her interest in all her children's academic statures would alleviate some stress that was burning into her chest. But even now as she heard about their Quidditch season and possible lessons they had managed, it still didn't settle the ache.

Something else was coming forward, and her wondering intuition was starting to pick up on the possibility.

"And your OWLS? Was it as awful as everyone claimed it was?" Imara groaned into her hands.
"I feel like I've tanked my History of Magic's essay, fumbled the dates I'm sure of it!" She claimed, and Aurora had raked her hand through her daughter's hair to soothe her damning thoughts.

"It might seem that way now, but that quill you use during the exam is helpful at times to pull out the information you surely know...What about you, Romulus? Are you worried about any subject?" Romulus didn't even know where the bloody hell to begin.

"Divination of course, otherwise Transfiguration was rather difficult than I would've thought it to be."
"Yeah mum! Professor McGonagall bumped it up this year! I heard loads of the sixth years saying it wasn't as challenging." Aurora shook her head with a smile.

"That's because it's been a while since she's had two metamorphic students in her midsts, you two have transfiguration in your blood."
"And potions," Imara said with a smile, and Romulus chuckled. "You feeling good about the potion's practical?" His twin nodded fitfully, the transparent sign of her honesty had been in the form of her hair returning to its blue tips.

"Well, I certainly like to hear that...And Lori told me you helped her at the beginning of this year with her potion assignments?" Romulus nodded and began itching his the back of his neck in pure hesitation—Was it something he should've told her then?

"Er, yeah. But she's got the hang of it now, Snape wasn't going to be lenient forever." Aurora knew that to be true, but was thankful regardless if it was ordered or not.

"There is something I need to tell you, I haven't told Ronan or Lori about it. And I doubt Cara had the gull to tell you herself—"
"Romulus, be nice to your sister. What is it thats happened?" Imara eyes widened, not understanding why he would do something in the sort now.

"I have every right to be aggravated mum, she was rather careless these last few months. She, Potter, and another Gryffindor in their year had gone and used a time turner to make sure Uncle wouldn't be captured and receive the Dementor's kiss." Aurora had been blindsided by the reveal, having been left to wonder all this time why the parcels from her Ravenclaws seem so barren.

Not Imara's, though, she always seemed prepared to speak about the first interesting topic that comes to mind.

"Well...I—I don't know what to say then. Other than I'm extremely disappointed that this is the first time I'm hearing about it." She said, looking between her two eldest, and Romulus gritted his teeth.

"We had OWLS to focus on, mother. Right alongside prefect duties and other various tasks that require keeping our siblings safe and out of harms way. After all the threats of pulling us out of Hogwarts, we couldn't take it anymore. We finished the school year and Black is safe. I'd say that's brilliant work on all parts, Cara's especially." Imara watched cautiously as her mother's hand had turned into a fist, worried that this aggravation would spark a war between both her mother and brother—In addition to returning her awful headache.