- 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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𝕳estia rubs her palms together and pushes them to the crackling fire, gushing,
"Oh, this place is wonderful. I understand why you wanted to keep it all to yourselves"
A hum doused in syrupy honey popples through Romie's throat, slowly slipping off the squishy loveseat and wandering into her room whilst her two best friends soak up tonight's well overdue girl's night set up.
Surprisingly, it had been Regulus who made the suggestion the trio take advantage of his and Romie's top secret quarters, willing to trade the sweet element of privacy for reassuring knowledge they'll be safe and sound and free to do girly things to their heart's content. Besides, unlike others they know, Pandora and Hestia are hardly the type to barge in unannounced whenever they simply feel like it. The privacy they've been appreciating the past three months or so wasn't totally lost.
It's on the quaint side, the papered walls trimmed in cryptic mosaics dating back to the age of the founders and the abraded bookcases lined along them, bulging. Cushy armchairs surround the carven fire place, a position almost as meaningful as the width of each one. Too roomy for one body, too cramped for three.
The majority of the decoration is antique, little trinkets that hide time's true surface discolouration dot around the room, coated in a thin layer of dust. Some others, not so much. Because they're newer additions, bits and pieces, generally of the purple umbrella, that document their short era of living there together.
That's what this was, not just the assigned quarters of Hogwarts' present Head Girl and Boy, a happy medium between Gryffindor's cosiness and Slytherin's flair. Also, more importantly, a tiny glimpse, a sneak preview into what Romie and Regulus' domesticity could look like.
The knowing smiles and gleefully gleaming eyes the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are sharing amongst themselves are tucked away when the tamed version of their dear, bolshie best friend re-appears, candies and chocolates of all varieties tucked under her underarms. She tosses them onto the coffee table they've collectively decided to gather around, announcing,
"I mentioned in my letter to Mia we planned a girls night. She sent over these"
"What a woman" Hestia marvels, instantly opening up what every sleepover would be incomplete without.
A gigantic box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. Whilst Pandora accepts her fate, blindly picking out the first one, Romie warily peers into the box, strategically taking a black one in hopes it's a disguise for one of the good ones. She fancies her chances. Hestia pops one into her mouth, lips pursing and nose crinkling within the first taste.
"Overcooked cabbage"
"That's not too bad, could be miles worse. Mine's marshmallow, I think" Romie informs, swallowing her own after a rather thoughtful chew.
