- ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
"You. Me. Hogsmeade. Tomorrow" Romie demands, leaving no room for objection.
Regulus slowly lifts his head from his book, briefly wondering if he's managed to land himself into a similar alternate dimension,
"Come again...
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𝕷ess than twenty four hours of being at Hogwarts, and Romie was already considering leaving.
Somehow fleeing through the great iron gates to be picked up by the Knight Bus as a stranded witch, or sending an urgent letter to the Potters expressing her dying wish to be home. Yeah, Monty and Mia would come for her if she asked nicely. That would all have to wait though, until she finds her cleverly hiding older brother and dunks him in the Black Lake to play with the Giant Squid.
Apparently, having a brother that alters your uniform and tells you that he's already packed it into your trunk, isn't a caring, thoughtful act as on may believe. It's truly a cause for concern. Romie should've known better. Should've known that overprotective Remus Lupin would've done this without a second thought.
She huffs as she nears the DADA classroom for first period, plodding through — waddling through the corridors. Hestia and Pandora's bright smiles shortly turned into faces that of confound, eyebrows now on their hairlines,
"If either of you see Remus Lupin today, you tell him to think carefully of what he wants for his last meal" She mutters, Pandora recovering sooner than Hestia, offering kindly,
"You look lovely, Romie"
"Lovely? I look like i'm going to a sodding Nunnery!" Romie squawks, wildly gesturing to the altered school skirt touching her ankles. Her ankles. Not mid thigh where it's supposed to be, not knees, not even shins. Ankles.
Hestia presses a palm to her mouth, muffling the snort of laughter that leaves her, hurriedly adding when she sees Romie's horrified face, "You'd make a really pretty Nun"
A wretched half groan, half whine sounds from the back of her throat, bunching up the dark grey material that seems forever long, trying to pull it up. She's tried to spell it herself, but whatever Remus has done to it calls for a master, and she hadn't time to search high and low for Mcgonagall.
"Oh, wow, look at you!"
She turns at the wolf whistling from behind, flatly glaring at the smirking faces of the three boys she dreaded seeing all morning — or well two of them, one was nose-deep into his textbook. A massive swot trying to get up his teacher's arses if she ever did see one.
"Yes, look at me, please. It makes my heart race" Romie deadpans, quirking a brow at the silver eyes that snap up to her right away.
It takes Regulus an embarrassingly long time to realise what the underlying meaning truly was. Better rephrased, it had taken an embarrassingly long time to lower his gaze from her face to see the abnormal length of her skirt swishing at her ankles. He bites back a chuckle, choosing to mock instead,
"Off to the Convent, are we?"
Romie narrows her eyes on him, feeling a strong flare of irritation at his stupid quick-wittedness. A scoff flies from her lips, snarking back,
