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𝕽omie sighs loudly, slumping against the stone wall outside the potions classroom.

As much as the NEWT classes rant to Regulus was staged for part of their little scheme, a part of it was soul-destroyingly true. Every single professor ensured thoroughly that everyone understood their outrageously high expectations for their each of their own courses this year, and the next. Timetabled study periods that could be previously sacked off for individual free time now had to spent on schoolwork, otherwise falling behind would happen.

Even with those scheduled periods, Romie was drowning in lengthy assignments and pages of reading, barely leaving any time for anything else. They definitely aren't called the nastily exhausting wizard tests for nothing. Romie was absolutely feeling the exhaustion. Breakfast had been narrowly escaped that morning because it was necessary to stay up until the early hours of the morning, completing a Charms essay that she hadn't had chance to finish yet. Then it had been straight off to class, meaning she'd missed her chance to pop into the Hospital Wing and see Madame Pomfrey.

Now, she was paying the unbearable price.

A whispered, hissed fuck flies from her lips, palm coming to rest against the lower left of her abdomen, hoping that somehow, it would help. It was wishful thinking. The window of opportunity to have help had shut, hard and fast. She'd have to wait until later.

Besides her, Hestia worries her lip between her teeth, voice caring and considerate when she suggests, "Why don't you just go now? It's Sluggy, he's hardly going to mind"

Blowing out a deep breath and relaxing her features, Romie shakes her head, reassuring both herself and Hestia all at once, "I'll be fine"

Some have it much worse than others.

"Legs! Look, legs!"

Romie huffs at the loud outburst across the corridor from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, nudging each other and pointing to her very visible and showing legs like a pair of toddlers excited that they spotted a earthworm wriggling around in the soil. To their left, brooding and surprisingly without an open book in hand, Regulus Black. Though, he wasn't all dark in the face that much longer, when he spies the discontent plain as day on Romie's face.

Days had gone by since the unfortunate events in the hallway and Romie mourned the loss of the extra inches on her skirt that so graciously fleeted across the floor and inspired the young witches of Hogwarts. She'd avoided Regulus like the plague, knowing that if anyone had seen the slap in the face her palm was so desperately itching to achieve, their plan of action would go down the drain before properly even starting. He's lucky even now there's plenty of space between them and too many people around, otherwise the urge might take her over again. Especially at this time of the month.

Tearing her eyes off him and his incredibly smackable face just in case, she copies the mannerisms of Barty and Evan, nudging Hestia and exclaiming, "Idiots! Look, idiots!"