-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦Thirty-

✧NO QUIDDITCH THIS SEASON✧

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The train ride had been much better in terms of last year, where Romulus couldn't be distracted by his prefect duties. But now he thrived in making sure that the first years were all settled in nicely, or even spoke with a few muggle-borns to extinguish their worries.

But most of the time, he took to having a conversation with them. And if not, usually his hair sparked up their curiosity.

"If you weren't a potion genius, I'd say you'd be a Hufflepuff." Imara snickered, and Romulus just huffed and squared his chest. "I'm a bird and proud."

"Didn't mean it like that, Rom. You're just very sweet with the first years." She said with a smile, and when he and his sister followed through the cart that the first-years took over, they all waved and smiled. "I guess that's why they sent me this way...And Lori's not much older than them anyhow."

Imara had thrown him a knowing smile before leading him off and away to the usual cart she and the Weasley twins claimed. Though this time it smelled heavily of gunpowder. "We haven't made it to school grounds yet, why does it smell like a factory in here?" He deemed with a frown plastered on his face.

"Ease up, Rom. They're trying to make fireworks, no harm." She said before taking a seat beside Fred and reading through his notes.

"Yeah! No harm no—

"No fowl, come on mate. Promised to help us a bit this semester." George called out and Romulus bit his cheek. "I said if all goes well with Snape, doubt I have much time as is." Even thinking about his schedule was giving him a migraine, though thankfully the issue of Sirius Black was well underway.

This was going to a relaxing year, nothing to worry about—Or that was his initial thought until the sinking promise of watching out for Harry Potter had trickled in.

"Fuck." He grumbled, and George smirked towards his mate. "You owl Lun—" Romulus nudged the bloke, not wanting Imara to get on his arse about Luna. That was the last thing he needed right now.

"Can say the same thing mate, owl Angelina?" George held a tinted blush to his cheek, not wanting to be all that in moved from the feeling the witch gave him.

Or the rush that when she returned his owl gave him.

"Have to buck up the courage eventually, why wait?" George offered, nicking his his head off to his brother and Imara. "They look happy."

"Yeah, got enough on my mind right now as is."

"So? Sure you can fit some good in that busy schedule of yours. Stress will only hurt you." Romulus chuckled, the resemblance to his mum was uncanny

"Alright, you're sounding like my mum now."

"Oi, you're right. Sounding like mine too. Best sod off and let me get this done before I really start sounding like her." Romulus offered a few creative critics, but the Weasley twins were known for their mischief, and the Lestrange twins...Well, they were well accounted for good grades and a habit of staying out of the spotlight.

Most of the time.

Ronan, who found himself sitting with Malfoy and the rest of their mates, remained utterly quiet and stored away with the novel his mother recommend.

She always knew what would interest him. That was another one of his mum's abilities.

"Mother's been talking about staying at Hogwarts this year, not a word about the festivities." Ronan peeked his head up and nodded. "Mum didn't say anything about traveling either, she's usually planned the itinerary by now." The lads had shared a look, and part of Ronan wanted to confirm with Cara—She was very interested in the adventure of where they're headed come the winter season.