ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ | 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

11 ✧ Cinnamon and Presents

1977 December __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

"I love the Christmas holidays!" Alexander shrieked, pure joy exploding from his personality in its entirety. Regulus and Y/N hadn't spoken since the predicament at Slughorn's Christmas Bash, he was spending a lot more time with Alessia and Adrian, not that he really wanted to spend that much time with Adrian. "Marlene, did you want to come over during the holidays at all?" Alexander asked the blonde who had joined them at the table. 

"Unimportant, you're all ignoring the more important mission at hand." Sirius interrupted, staring straight at Y/N's face. "Regulus..." He nodded to himself, almost agreeing with his own need to draw attention to his brother. "Was I the cause?" Sirius asked. "Was I the drama?" A little more eager by the second question. 

"It's not your fault, I took up your offer too soon, I should have just let Adrian talk up Alessia and I wouldn't be in this situation." Y/N admitted. "It was childish and it will not happen again." Her eyes wandered towards Remus who just looked like he needed to say something; he always did and he was usually always right.

"Then why aren't you on talking terms?" Remus asked, talking a sip of his black coffee, him and Peter sharing a 'this bitch' sort of look before going to back to their coffees. "If you recognised that it was childish and it's lack of returning then why aren't you over there and why is Alessia?" 

"Well, you see, I didn't acknowledge it to him, I may have told him he's just as poisonousness as liquid mercury." Y/N rubbed the nape of her neck, cheeks darker/pinker in colour. "He then told me to get out of his sight, which I returned with: you get out of mine." 

"What the actual fuck?" Sirius banged his head against the table, starting a rhythmic tune with his head banging. "You're supposed to be smart!"

"This is exactly why you and your brother have zero hoes." James laughed, his howling echoing throughout the Great Hall. 

"I have hoes!" Alexander hissed. "If my sister was an only child she would have ended my parents bloodline." He protested further. "I have so many bitches, I'm definitely not an adult virgin." He gained a few looks off the girls around him. 

"Y/N, let's go work on my radio." Peter offered, giving her a small, very polite, smile. For the past month Peter has been trying to fix a 50s muggle radio which has been failing to work since he purchased it. "It'll make you feel better, it always makes me feel better." Peter was very sweet, yet he didn't exactly have a great time socialising. 

He had thick eye bags which laid under his soft eyes, his hair was neat but dishevelled at the sides, since he often buried his fingers into them. Without leaving time for Y/N to even perceive the offer, he stood up and began walking away. The H/C haired girl tottered towards him and kept a steady pace. 

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"How are we supposed to do this properly?" Y/N groaned. "We've been trying for two hours!" She complained once more. "I don't know how you can keep doing this each day!" Peter and Y/N each fixed up a wire and suddenly muggle music began to flow from the radio. Both looked up in a sudden light filling Peter's sunken eyes. 

They both got up and started dancing, sure, neither of them were too good at dancing but it was refreshing to have the memories of that night washed away by simple fun. After the song finished, Peter turned off the radio with a radiant grin. 

"Thanks for helping Y/N, I thought trying again was a dumb idea." Peter admitted. "Prongs and Padfoot were making fun of me for a while there, I love 'em to death but gosh..." The blonde boy sighed, his light freckled face scrunching up.