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𝕽omie drops her quill, flexing her cramping hand.

Twiddling her thumbs waiting at the Library doors at cockcrow for strict Madam Pince to appear, intending to pass time wasn't her ideal idea of how to spend a mild Saturday morning in early September. But a long, lazy lie-in wasn't happening and Romie didn't fancy bumping into him, a high probability since they're sharing a space. More or less living together. She's yet to profusely thank Dumbledore for that.

These days, sightings of the Headmaster were as rare as a Phoenix. Romie hadn't the faintest clue what was keeping him so hard pressed, a funny feeling deep in her bones told her the same couldn't be said for the Marauders. Their lateness to the End of Year feast combined with Remus' skirting around what he's up to in weekly letters is too fishy to be overlooked.

Sighing, she glances to the propped open Astronomy textbook, skimming the page for the next moon of Jupiter's seventy nine that she'll centre on for their essay due. One in particular jumps out, noted for the unique presence of volcanoes. How fitting.

Picking up the quill she makes a mental note to replace soon and dipping the blunt tip into the pot of ink, Romie gets back to work, muttering absently,

"You're not getting the password"

The strapping silhouette sensed releases a sigh laced with discontent, yet, much to Romie's shock and immense delight, doesn't begin a bout of nagging. Doesn't yank out one of the many empty chairs surrounding the wooden desk overflowing with Romie's belongings. His sense of urgency leaves him standing, shifting weight from one foot to the other.

His sense of urgency grabs her attention, compels her to actually look up at him. Her eyes travel the length of his figure, eyebrows raising a touch. Not the typical attire for a library visit. He looks like a fish out of the water, so out of place it's almost comical. Though neither are laughing, rolling in the aisles, the mission he's on has no time for that.

"He's resigned his position, quit altogether"

A flurry of emotions whirl inside her chest, the easiest to identify, the most prominent, shock and unease. Devastation. The news is rather devastating, something she doubts will be a lone reaction when word gets out amongst the fan girls in the school. Word that doesn't involve her, just like this.

"How does that concern me?"

Regulus is a big boy, more than capable of making his own decisions as they've so recently discovered. Romie hates prying into business as much as the next man, who's she to kick up a fuss. He's got his parent approved copycat of a blonde bimbo for that.

Evan runs his fingers through the ends of his blonde locks, sympathising with his friend. Romie Lupin is without a shadow of a doubt, the most insufferably stubborn girl he's ever laid his eyes on. Tough luck Evan's the most pestering. He hadn't nearly made the house of the badgers for his patience or kindness. The clue's in the furry mascot.