- 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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𝕾he said it like it was a deal-breaker, Professor McGonagall.
Like Romie would change her mind, return to the tower she no longer feels remotely any attachment to. No other Hogwarts house could even try to compete with that of the Lion's den because it was the close knit clan she misses dearly's realm.
She's afraid of how quiet, how foreign the place would feel without Marlene's off-pitch singing to entertain during the small breaks of Peter and Mary's eventful chess games in front of the crackling fire place. James' obnoxious hollers to Lily and Lily's flustered chides back. Remus' unfiltered foul language and Sirius' booming barks of laughter that mask the new terms the lower years shouldn't pick up.
If Romie wanted quiet, she'd coop up down one of back segments of the Library. If she wanted foreign, she'd explore the many average storage cupboards that aren't so average at all. If it was a deal-breaker like McGonagall implied, she would migrate back to Gryffindor Tower, turning to core memories to keep the spot alive.
But, quite frankly, it wasn't. Not for her, anyway.
Regulus splutters when the Gryffindor girl saunters into the bathroom unannounced, staring through the dripping glass pane in disbelief. He hadn't informed her he planned to take a shower beforehand, but imagined the echoing sound of running water was a dead giveaway. Apparently not.
Or apparently no flying fucks are given that he's currently, visibly, unmistakably, in his birthday suit. Because Romie noiselessly positions herself in front of the mirror large enough to trap the reflection of atleast four of her, cluttering the vanity's expanse with cosmetics Regulus lacks knowledge the names of. That's more of the other brother's expertise.
When she finally catches a glimpse of him in the mirror's reflection, standing motionless under the flowing water, she plainly says,
"Sorry, have I interrupted your little self care session? Feel free to continue, i'm not watching"
Regulus eyes narrow, sensing the little self care session she's hinting to doesn't consist of heavenly scalp massages and drowning his body in the lavish oils his skin will forever love him for. That kind of little self care session hadn't even crossed his mind until now, the nozzle on the cold setting for the reason of refreshing himself, not handling a problem.
He shakes off the indecent thoughts starting to creep in when his gaze happens to land on the rather obvious outline of a bra clasp, reminding firmly,
"I'm showering"
The last time he checked, teenagers broken up generally try to avoid each other at all costs, not knowingly walk in on personal affairs. Stark naked affairs. Romie's never been one to stick to the norm, favouring what her bolshie little heart wants most.
"Right and I've seen everything you have to offer. Unless you've recently grown a third nipple?" She prompts, eyeliner application briefly paused to quirk a brow.
