- 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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"𝕳ead what?!"
Romie lowers the glass of Otter's fizzy orange juice, repeating what she'd ever so casually bomb dropped before downing half.
"Head Girl"
A scene cut from the same cloth as twelve months ago when McGonagall confirmed the absence of mistakes and practical jokes and that James Potter had indeed been chosen broke out amongst the teenagers gathered around the table.
Peter's head shook in disbelief, Remus wore a pair of moon eyes and James quickly took to calming Sirius. An impossibly dramatic, feeling stabbed-in-the-back Sirius. The wounds are, seemingly, still fresh.
"What do you mean you're Head Girl?! I thought we had something! I thought you loved me!"
Unlike James, Romie doesn't rush out of her seat, kneel before his feet and pledge her undying allegiance to him and only him for as long as she breathes. She much prefers when people get down on their knees for her. There's only one exception she might consider bending the rules for.
"Oh no, how will we ever be the same again?" She drawls sarcastically, devouring another gorgeous cut of the roast beef she's been looking forward since morning.
Sirius' arms theatrically flail around in the air, by the skin of his teeth missing whacking Peter square in the face, "I cannot believe this! I cannot believe this is happening to me again!"
"Oh Sirius, give it a rest, this isn't about you. This is about our Romie being recognised for her hard work" Mia chimes in at Romie's elbow, proud as punch.
Not one but two. Two of her own in high places, awarded those special bright, shiny badges. She can't help but secretly hope that the two might soon become three and four. In some respects she's already halfway there. Because on the other side of her dear bonus daughter, unfailingly kind and outstandingly beautiful, Lily Evans sits, leaning forward to largely agree,
"Yes, Head Girl is an amazing achievement, looks great on job applications too"
"And does wonders in the matchmaking department" James cheekily adds, missing the horribly offended look Sirius hurls his way for defending such outrageousness.
He's too preoccupied worshiping the ground his precious flower walks on, grinning goofily when despite persistent attempts to eye roll, a small smile can't be resisted, ringless freckled hand slipping into his openly on the table's surface. Ringless for, conceivably, not too much longer, in light of how James gently rubs his thumb over the bareness of a certain finger.
Romie's not the only one who noticed the affectionate gesture, Mia and Monty failing to conceal their matching smiles brimming with excitement. Thank the stars Sirius was too wrapped up in heavily sulking at terribly traitorous Romie to catch it. Merlin save them when the fated day finally arrives and toys are thrown out the pram upon realising in James' eyes, he's no longer solid keeper of the meaningful title, love of his life.
