Queen of Disaster | 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑛

Chapter 19

After the match, Finn was nearly kicked off the team by the Captain because he was in charge of defense, specially when it came to their Seeker. Hamish blamed the loss on Finn, and Diana was practically gloating while he was being yelled at.

     Once the game was over, the Slytherins made their way toward the locker room to take a quick shower and change out of their green Quidditch robes. Although instead of following them, Diana carried her broom in her hand as she walked up to where Regulus Black was laying on the grass.

Madam Hooch was sitting beside him, trying to see if he was all right. Once Diana reached them, she looked over at him, the relief washing over her when she saw that he wasn't too hurt.

"You okay, Black?" Diana called out to him as she was standing above him, looking down at the boy with concern.

"I'm fine," Regulus said with a hiss as Madam Hooch checked to see if his elbow was broken. "But as soon as I'm able to get up, I'm going to kill Finn."

"Cool." Diana grinned. "Can I watch?"

And then, for the first time since she had known Regulus Black, she saw him let out a small laughter. "Sure."

"No severe injury has been made," said Madam Hooch, still checking for any sign of broken ribs. "I think you'll be able to walk up to the hospital wing."

Regulus sighed. "I'm fine. There's really no need to go to —"

"That's an order, Mr. Black," Madam Hooch said firmly, getting up to her feet before turning to look over at Diana. "Help him up to the ward, Miss Greengrass. Make sure he doesn't escape."

"Yes, ma'am," Diana saluted cheerfully, smirking down at Regulus who groaned miserably.

     Once Madam Hooch was gone to congratulate the Gryffindors, Diana held out her hand to help Regulus up to his feet.

"This is really unnecessary. I can go there on my own," Regulus said bitterly while he limped alongside Diana as they made their way out of the Quidditch pitch. "Why don't you go back to the locker rooms and get changed?"

     "And leave you alone so you can escape?" Diana scoffed. "Not on my watch, pretty boy."

     Regulus glared at her. "Don't call me that."

     "What? Pretty boy?" Diana repeated with a smirk, finding amusement in annoying the fourth year boy. "I don't think your charming brother would mind if someone calls him that, though."

     "Well, I'm not my brother," Regulus mumbled grimly, looking away.

"Whoa, that sounded bad... Rough sibling relation?"

"Big time."

"I can relate," said Diana, recalling every single time that she wanted to punch her own brother whenever he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sirius has a talent for annoying me," Regulus went on. "He's too full of himself."

      "Ah, so you think that about Sirius too, do you?" Diana raised her brows at him in amusement. "Good. We have more in common than I thought."

      "I'm glad." Regulus grinned wearily, looking over at her as he paused. "Honestly, I always thought you were the only sane one on the team."

     Diana found herself smiling at those words. She nudged him playfully on the arm with her elbow. "Thanks, kid."

     "Kid?" Regulus scowled. "I'm only one year younger than you!"

     "Then what would you rather I called you? Reg?"