[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

120| Regulus Arcturus Black

''𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙.''

𝗪𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁. Hermione and dug into her bag, she packed before she left. Inside the bag were some of the things that we might need. She had been prepared just in case something like that happened- the battle at the wedding. 

So, Hermione also ended up packing us extra clothes. They just continued of pants, shirt and maybe a jacket or two. Not very many, since we wouldn't have needed so much. Hermione packed a few other things, including portions, healing supplies and books. Which had fallen over when she picked out our bundle of clothing.

She had used an Undetectable Extension Charm for her bag, so that everybody thought it was a completely normal bag and the Ministry didn't have an upper hand on us. Ron seen it as amazing, I seen it as an everyday Hermione thing. 

We walked the streets a little longer, not knowing exactly where to go. I suggested that we stopped for food, since I hadn't eaten anything since the wedding we had escaped from. Even then, I only ate something small. Ron agreed, his stomach quickly agreeing afterwards. So, the choice was inevitable. And, the place seemed to be mainly empty.

The four of us sat at a table. Ron and Hermione faced the windows as Harry and I faced the back rooms. Ron and Hermione were able to see if someone suspicious had shown up on the street or was walking into the store and Harry and I were able to see who came in and out from the backrooms. Clever watching points. 

''What about all the people at the wedding?'' Harry suddenly asked, breaking the silence with this panicked tone. 

Honestly, I had been wondering the same thing. Were they all okay? Did they make it out alive? What about Tonks? She's pregnant and Remus is surely looking after her more carefully nowadays. I hope the two of them are safe. Along with the Weasley's. I remembered seeing Molly's tears from a distance when Tonks had whispered the news into her ear. 

She looked overjoyed. But surely, not as overjoyed as I was to be named Godmother. Never in a million years had I thought I was ever going to be named one. And that was also before my Werewolf dilemma. All I had was Hermione around the house and she grew boring after a long while. 

''Do you think we should head back?'' Harry asked again, leaning forward on the table a little. 

''They're looking for you, mate.'' Ron informed, proving a good point. ''We'd put everyone in danger by going back.''

''Ron's right '' Hermione agrees, just as the waitress walks over and clears her throat. She's wearing earbuds, the music playing through. The room was quiet enough to where we could all hear the music playing through them. 

''Coffee?'' She asked, tilting her head towards Hermione. 

''A cappuccino, please.'' 

''Mm. You?'' She gestured to Ron.