𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, regulus black

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟗: 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲

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There were raps of fingers on Rune's door and she shot up at once. 

A glance at her clock showed her that not even an hour had passed since the end of the match. 

He was early. 

She smacked her lips together to wet her lip-gloss and then she adjusted the Ravenclaw jersey until it sat purposely messy and cute. 

With a bounce in her step, she walked to the door and pulled it open. 

A frown immediately found its way on her face when she didn't find him there, but she quickly straightened it out and smiled at the elf. 

"Erm- hello?" 

The elf handed her a tray with a note on it and vanished. 

Rune opened the note and saw that it was from Dumbledore. Rather than taking Hogwarts Express to King's Cross the next day, she would meet him in his office and use the Floo Network to get to where she needed to. 

With a sigh, she shut her door and returned to her bed, waiting anxiously for the boy to appear. 

Long, boring hours passed and as the evening came around, Rune found herself reaching the spicy plot of her erotica. Just as the male lead walked out of the bathroom with his towel dangling on his hips, both she and the heroine in her novel got comfortable in bed. 

But before the male lead could join her, a knock sounded on her door jolting Rune and having her at the door in seconds. She scrunched her hair to bring it back to life and then she swung it open with a smile. 

Her smile quickly faded when she found Rabastan standing at the entrance holding a paper bag out to her. 

"Hi," he greeted, with a shaky grin as he noted the jersey she was still wearing. 

"Where's Regulus?" she asked as she took the bag from him and looked inside. 

As expected, it was filled with food that had clearly been chosen by the mentioned boy. 

"In bed," answered Rabastan. "Do you want something?" 

"No," she answered and then she shut the door and walked back to bed to demolish her dinner of meatballs and gravy and her Yorkshire pudding. 

As 9pm drew nearer and Rune and the heroine from her novel were both satisfied, there were loud knocks on her door. 

Rune walked to the door slowly. He had made her wait. 

She had every right to make him wait as well. 

She touched up her lipstick, blush and hair and the knocks turned thunderous until she swung the door open. 

When she saw who was waiting for her, an instant scowl formed on her face. 

Evan- who had two girls lined up behind him- grinned. "Crouch has alcohol. Want to drink and celebrate the end of fifth year with us?"

"No!" she snapped and shut the door in his face. 

She'd costed Slytherin- her beloved house- the Quidditch cup. If Regulus didn't show up and it was all in vain, she would have to be disappointed in herself and she didn't want to be disappointed in herself. 

Louder knocks came and Rune grinned as she pushed the jersey further down and rushed to the door. 

However, when she opened it, Evan still stood there. 

"What?" she drawled. 

"Do you have matches? We can't find any." 

With a grimace, she stomped to her desk and grabbed a box. She dropped them into his hands and before he could even utter a thanks, she shut the door.