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"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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𝕱ixing a bow with her dearest purple ribbon, Romie asks rather hopefully,
"Are you sure you'd not rather go and see your best friend?"
Residing opposite, Regulus draws back the veil of impassiveness that had been draped over his face for the duration of the winter morning, quirking an eyebrow to remark,
"I don't have to go to Grimmauld Place to see him, he comes when I call. Shall I—"
"No! No need!"
The cut off from Romie was hurried, shudders quaking her shoulders at the mere prospect of an extremely wrinkly, mightily powerful House Elf randomly popping up in the middle of their train compartment. Especially the extreme wrinkly, mightily powerful House Elf belonging to the renowned Black family. Regulus' mouth curves into what Romie knows to be a smirk, earning a fierce middle finger and withering glare that he pretends to shiver in reaction to. The face of his later nightmare.
She sighs, mulling over the drawn to conclusion that perhaps leaving Regulus Black to 'sort it', whatever that means, had been a terrible idea. Because the magnificent size of Hogwarts castle provided an easiness to the fake dating scheme occurring, there's space and breaks and after being viewed in the public eye, in the eyes of their brothers, Romie and Regulus can become Romie Lupin and Regulus Black again, splitting off somewhat amicably their own ways.
The Potter Manor couldn't provide the same easiness.
Whilst it's far more spacious and expansive than Romie's childhood cottage, it's no castle. The chances of being caught out are high than Mount Everest, and by someone that they most likely don't want catching them out. Constant, they'll have to keep up their little ploy, wearing the masks that read doting boyfriend and girlfriend until night falls and they've retired to the privacy of their own rooms, safe from curious observers. A triple of efforts from what they have been doing.
Because apparently Regulus Black 'sorting it' meant that he accepted the invitation to spend the Christmas holidays with the close knit clan at the Potter Manor.
"We're nearly at the Station, I told Lia I'd go to her compartment to say goodbye" Hestia announces, stretching sluggishly as she stands from her seat beside Romie.
The Gryffindor offers a teasing grin that makes the Hufflepuff all bashful and coy before she had even spoken a syllable,
"I'm not sure there'll be much talking involved"
Hestia quickly scurries away before the heat creeping up her collar spreads any further, stopping only briefly after the open slide of the compartment door to smile cordially over her shoulder,
"I'll be back to give you a nice, big bear hug, Romie"
"I simply cannot wait" Romie replies, presenting a whole face-crinkling grin that gifts the whole train carriage the sound of Hestia's infectious laughter.
