𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, regulus black

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Rune grinned as she chewed happily on her piece of chocolate cake which was still warm from being baked.

"So..." asked Tina, wearily, "There's no update?"

The Slytherin shrugged and smiled. "It is what it is. I've come to terms with it."

Mason looked relieved. "I thought you were going to go crazy and do something ridiculous for a second. Thank Merlin."

Rune glared at him in annoyance but instead of retaliating, she chose to heap another spoonful of chocolate cake for herself. 

I am mature, she kept telling herself mentally. I am mature.

"Well, at least the Rabastan chapter is over," said Tina, with a forced laugh.

"Mmh," hummed Rune, placing the spoon in her mouth. "At least."  

As Mason feared, she was indeed crazy. 

The Rabastan chapter was not even close to over. 

Rune was, in fact, just getting started.

***

Rune tried her absolute best to ignore Evan's watchful gaze as she tried to draft her essay on the Invigoration Draught for Potions. It wasn't going too well. He kept breathing and chewing loudly enough that it disrupted her train of thought. 

"Shut up!" she hissed at him. 

He was sitting at the table, across from her, with his head rested on his hand. He gave her a filthy look. "I'm not even speaking!" 

"You're breathing loudly. Stop it, I can't concentrate." 

"Get some damn ear plugs then," he said angrily. "I can't stop breathing!" 

She grimaced at him, before bringing her hand up and holding it over her face. 

"So," said Evan, in a much quieter voice, "Are you going to tell me what's happening, or should I ask him?"

From the clueless look she put on and gave him, it was difficult to discern that she knew exactly what he was talking about. "What's going on with what?" 

"You and Lestrange." 

"Why would you think anything is going on?" 

Evan sighed, "Jeez, I don't know. Maybe because every time he's come within a two-meter radius of you for the last few days, you've vanished completely from sight!" 

"Huh," said Rune thoughtfully. "That's a keen observation, Evan. Good job."

"Fine, you're not going to tell me, I'll just ask him. And just so you know, Rabastan sleeps literally in the bed next to me." 

"If you want faster answers, he's sitting on the couch by the fireplace. Why wait?" 

"I'll ask him in my own time," muttered Evan.

Rune didn't look up from her essay. "Cool." 

"You're annoying, did you know?" 

At this, she broke out into a smile and nodded. "I know." 

Her smile grew wider when she heard him muttering a string of curses under his breath and felt the daggers from his eyes. 

A few minutes passed before she looked at him and frowned. "Why are you getting so irritated?" 

"Have you thought that perhaps you are irritating? Just a thought," he snarled. 

"Unless," said Rune tauntingly, "You already asked him."