"How did you know it was time to leave?"
"Do you feel sick to your stomach every waking moment in that house?"
Romina stepped back for a moment and let out the breath she did not even realize she had been holding. "Y-Yes." she admitted sheepishly...
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J U L Y 1978
"Put that box over there!" Sirius called out as he flicked his wrist to point his wand towards the wall adjacent to his bathroom.
Peter nodded and hobbled over under the heavy weight of the two boxes he was carrying inside of Sirius' new flat in London.
Romina was already sprawled out on the futon he had set up in the living room - the only furniture he could afford at the moment. A half eaten sugar quill hanging from her lips as she flipped through the latest copy of Witch Weekly.
"Are you going to help at all?" James groaned, his hands resting on the back of the futon now as he leaned over and looked at what she was reading. She was nose deep in an article about Britain's Most Eligible Wizards and a faint blush crossed her cheeks as James pointed to an Irish fellow by the name of Ronan.
"He's a bit too old for you, don't you think?"
"Shut it, James. I'm just reading." Romina stuck her tongue out at him once she plucked the sugar quill out. She stuck the candy back into her mouth before she closed the magazine and hid it under the pillow she had just been laying on.
"Who's too old for Mina?" Peter questioned innocently, helping Sirius unpack a box of his records.
"Nobody, Peter. Don't listen to a word that this one says about me." Romina glared, albeit playfully, at James before she went over to help him unpack.
"Making yourself useful, I see." Remus teased Romina from his spot at the kitchen nook as he organized the kitchen supplies that Sirius had. The poor boy would not survive without the help of his friends, Remus knew that much.
"Very funny. I don't see what's wrong with me taking a break to read." Romina grumbled softly, categorizing Sirius' records in alphabetical order without even realizing she was doing so. She had a knack for being organized this way, slightly compulsive but it was under control.
"You had to have already been helping in order to take a break, Mina." James pointed out.
"I always liked reading Witch Weekly whenever Marlene had it in the great hall." Peter admitted sheepishly, "Anything good?"
Romina smiled back, at the blond. She was just glad he distracted James from any further ridicule of her laziness.
"Just Britain's Most Eligible Wizards." She shrugged her shoulders and plucked a record out of the pile to play on the record player. "A good looking Irish chap by the name of Ronan caught James' eye. I think we might have to tell Lily."
