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𝕽egulus narrows his eyes, pinning them to an unmissable Gryffindor with violet eyes and fawn hair.
Normally, he disappears away to the library for some peace and quiet, wallowing in the world of unlimited books. A place where he can relax and wind down from all the stress and expectations weighing down on his shoulders. Completing homework, reading ahead for class, or even simply enjoying a nice piece of literature.
Except this time, it's proving impossible, when every time he settles comfortably in his chair and finds where he's up to, sweet whispers and stupid giggling ring in his ears from the table nearby. Making him lose his place again. He tried, he really tried to ignore it, not let it bother him, not let her bother him, but there's only so much he can take before he snaps.
The beige sweater-cladded boy next to her, seemed just as interested in the conversation as she was, raking a hand through his toffee coloured halo of curls and smiling shyly. Flirting, they're flirting relentlessly and Regulus was close to smashing his head against the towering bookcase until he was out cold.
Romeo Fawley. The sixth year, Hufflepuff sweetheart that had secretly exchanged few letters over the holidays with Romie, including much about the rose shrubs he and his mother attended to throughout the Summery months,
"You know, they say pink roses symbolise admiration" He murmurs, cheeks tinging the same colour of said flowers, Romie's head nodding lightly,
"I might've heard that once or twice"
Her heart temporarily freezes, when out of nowhere, behind his back, he pulls out a singular rose. She spies the curved layers of taffy pink, freshly picked and free of any thorns. Admiration. He's saying that he admires her. A faint smile blesses her lips, bringing it closer to her nose, swirling to soak up the sweet floral notes,
"Romeo, I—"
She starts to thank, shortly coming to halt at the sudden clanging noise of two chairs being yanked out either side of them, and plonked right down on,
"O, Romeo, Romeo..." Sirius sighs dreamily, the back of his hand sprawled across his forehead in a fainting motion, leaning sideways on the chair.
"Wherefore art thou Romeo?" Remus continues, on the opposite side, pretending to search all around, hand coming to rest against his head for a better vision.
Sirius jumps forwards to the desk, chin coming to rest down on the cupped heels of his palms, silver eyes sparkling as he declares, "Oh, He's here, Romeo, Romeo..."
Remus' features darken considerably, amber eyes glowing like that of a wolf, warning with a threatening growl to his voice, "I'll give you five seconds to get away from my sister, Romeo"
"Or it'll be game over for you, O, Romeo, Romeo" Sirius grins, reaching for Romie's pink rose, beginning to pluck the petals one by one in a time-ticking hint to get a move on. Perhaps also mindfully playing the game, he loves me, he loves me not with a certain someone in mind.
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Fiksi Penggemar- 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...