-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦TwentyFour-

✧COMPLICATIONS AT ITS FINEST PT.2✧

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The days following the children's first days of Holiday, the manor remained warm and inviting. And of course, Aurora humored her to little potion masters in the making while Rabastan had taken the liberty of pushing either Ronan and Lori to the side of the law.

Imara was already off and away at the Scamander's Sanctuary, leaving early in the morning in the floo system and returning just after lunch.

Among the good came the bad, without a constant structor, the children found their freedom to wake up whenever they wanted to do whatever they wanted. And it was a rather difficult schedule to get used to, as Aurora wanted to enjoy the family time.

But always someone was absent from their meals together, which Aurora had make it mandatory for them to have dinner together. And it was damning to see how hard it was to get everyone around the table at a certain time.
Yet if she didn't, then this entire holiday would be left without some quality time.

Aurora wasn't above forcing it either, especially if they were spending a fair bit of coin for the twin's OWLs present on the entire family.

That wasn't the only thing fueling Mrs.Lestrange at the moment, her fondest moments was playing board games with her brothers at the dining room table. And she couldn't wait to do it once more, but with a crowd of their children around them.

And that was if all ended well.

Just the pain her heart implied that it wouldn't be so easy.

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Romulus had felt ill, more than ill, really. He felt near curling over at the sight of the thick parcel from Hogwarts. It had been an accounted ten minutes since it had been delivered and he hardly moved from his sunken position by his bed.

He would love a drink from George or Fred at the moment, and as much as he felt bitter before and after their nagging to have a celebratory drink in their dorm, Romulus appreciated it.

Otherwise, he would turn into a bundle of nerves that would constantly threaten his lunch to come back up if he moved an inch.

With his breathing under control, he took the walk-off towards his mother's study and knocked—It wasn't too odd to hear silence on the other side, given that the Lupin situation was at large.

"Rabastan, you know the rules...No coming into Cassiopeia's study without—Romulus, my boy! How are you?" Romulus had sighed in relief that he didn't have to call upon his Opa, and he fell a few feet short away from his portrait.

"Not that well, I've got my OWL results. Bet Imara got hers as well." Romulus hadn't looked up to meet the eyes of his Opa, not wanting to showcase how much of a coward he truly is.

"You certainly are your mother's son...My little light was so worried she ran off at the first sight of it."

"R-really?" The young Ravenclaw had asked, and Orion nodded firmly.
"There is nothing to be scared about in sharing one's score, do you think you failed?"

"Not failed, but I don't think I did all that well on the Troll's portion of History of Magic."

"And what, pray tell, is a potion's master going to give a damn about the Troll wars? That subject isn't going to change, it hasn't changed since I took the class myself, mind you with the same professor!... Is your mother home?" The question couldn't have been asked at a better time as Aurora had come in with a handful of folders and documents that Romulus had felt like a deer in headlights.