The Moon and It's Stars - RegulusBlack

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Aurora Enclove was good at being good.

Her mother often described her youngest as an easy child, the child who never caused a fuss. She would describe her daughter an abiding rule follower who kept her head down and her nose out of trouble. A polar opposite of her older sister, Celeste.

Celeste danced with trouble and greeted trouble with open arms. She was an adventurous rebel who refused to say no to having a good time. A girl drawn by her mother and painted by her father with long dirty-blonde locks and eyes an ocean blue, tall and slim. She was beautiful and charming, caring and brave. Traits Aurora only wished she could carry.

The younger girl sat on the corner of her older sister's four-pillared bed, feet dangling as she watched piles of clothes thrown from side to side. "Merlin, where have my good trousers gone?" Once again, Celeste waited for the last minute to pack.

Rory, on the other hand, had been packed for days. Pre-packing allowed her to double and triple-check her trunks, ensuring that she would have everything needed for her first half of term. After six summers she knew the essentials like her wand and books, robes, and regular clothes for the colder season: jumpers, mittens, her lucky scarf, and the knitted hat her grandmother had gifted her two Christmas' ago.

"Why do you torture yourself?" She questioned. "If you would've packed days ago, like I told you do so, you wouldn't be having this problem."

"And leave the fun and suspense out of it? I don't think so," Celeste grinned. "Now, be a doll and check those drawers over there. I'm sure I told Trelly to wash them."

Almost on queue, Trelly the house elf appeared with a load of folded clothes held between her small arms. "Miss Cely, Trelly has gotten the last round of clothes all ready for you." Her small feet sang across the dark oak floor as she hurried towards Celeste's bed.

The older witch sighed in relief and thanked the elf before undoing the once neatly folded clothes. Rummaging through them like a wild animal before finding the black pair of trousers she hunted for all morning.

"Celeste, those don't look any different than the other four pairs you've rejected."

She laughed, sliding the fabric up her now bare legs. "Mum tailored these a bit tighter on the waist," she huffed, zipping the fabric together as she examined herself in the mirror. "My bum looks at least two inches bigger."

"Delightful."

"Don't be so square Rory, you're welcome to borrow them whenever." She slid them off once again and handed them to Trelly, who was now folding and organizing the clothes in her trunk. "Now that everyone can see that pretty face of yours and with these bottoms, those Ravenclaw boys won't want to leave you alone."

Aurora scoffed, half bothered by her sisters constant comments on the lack of her chunky glasses or her now normal looking front teeth. "Oh, I'm sure. Maybe they'll score me a date to the Christmas ball."

"That's the spirit," Celeste winked. "Let's go, all this packings got me hungry."

Rory silently followed her sister into the corridors of their manor, trailing a few steps behind Celeste as she skipped and twirled around in a playful manner.

Enclove Manor would be considered miniature next to the families that surrounded them. It wasn't half as big as Malfoy Manor or even close to Rosier Manor who occupied the near lands, but to Aurora and to her family it was perfect.

Over the years her mother decorated their home with different shades of blue- her favorite color and hung portraits of her daughters. Dark oak floors decorated each corner, wood soaked with decades worth of magic. William Enclove- her father- grew up there, his father before him roamed the same halls along with his father and so on.