- 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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𝕿he predestined disaster that, foolishly, hadn't been considered beforehand, had temporarily been pushed to the back of their minds.
In the mean time, family dinner, gathered around the mahogany table hosting Mia Potter's delicious feast needed the focus priority. Directly across from tentative pair of disgustingly smitten Gryffindors, Regulus and Romie sit, entertaining James, opposite his Dad at the bottom end of the table, thoroughly. When the last dish of steaming vegetables is served, Mia happily settles on the seat closest her husband, coincidentally the other side of Sirius, in case he misbehaves.
Profuse praise and thanks warm up her weathering cheeks and sparkle the cultured colour in her eyes, simply delighted to have her rowdy collection of children back under her roof. Simply delighted to have another to add to the mix, Fleamont on the same wavelength,
"So, Regulus, you play quidditch?"
Regulus tears his gaze from the Lupin siblings racing for the biggest cut of severely undercooked steak, nodding politely,
"Yes, Sir. I've been Seeker since my second year"
It surprises him, how earnest, how impressed Fleamont truly seems by his sporting achievement. Quidditch is a hard field to earn a place in, it's even harder to maintain the place for a number of years. What surprises him more, is the voice that chimes in, not dismissive and critical of the disliked team belongs to, quite the opposite.
"He's the best in school. The last game, he had the Snitch in mere minutes. Gryffindor ought to watch out"
James lets out an indignant cry, spitting out half of his chicken onto his plate, much to Mia's great distaste, "Oi! My team is bloody brilliant, thank you very much! If anything, your boyfriend needs to watch out!"
"Hear! Hear!" Sirius exclaims, banging his fists on the table three times, clattering the cutlery, plates and glasses. Romie swiftly catches her water before it topples over and spills everywhere, retorting back,
"My boyfriend? He's right there"
"Believe us, we know" Remus mutters, shoving a good chunk of steak into his mouth, preventing anything that shouldn't be said at Mia's table from spurting out.
His considerably darkened eyes flicker from his little sister to the Slytherin, who has yet to break free from the spellbind she's had on him since the second the compliment slipped from her lips. Eventually, with the help of Remus' half glare boring into him, he manages, conjuring up a small smirk at his visible disapproval. The wolf clawed harshly at his chest, his efforts carrying through to the tearing of meat, something that any other would shrink away in fear from.
Regulus wasn't fazed, not in the least. Nonchalantly, he glances away, attention drawn, like everyone else, to the highly offended, highly dramatic boy at the end of the table, clutching his chest with a pained expression.
