- 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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𝕾ticking to her word, Romie steals a glimpse out of the window.
One glimpse becomes two, two becomes three and so on until she's outright staring out the clear glass, deaf to the tittle-tattle's the older girls are immersed in. Deaf and ceasing them, her sudden stutter to life and unexplained hurry out the room bemusing the lot of them. Alarming the lot of them.
Immediately, they collectively jump to their feet, catching up to where the younger girl is sprinting like her whole life depends on it. It's overwhelming and completely impossible to know where to look.
At a safe distance, off at the side, shaking like a leaf, poor Peter, blue eyes as round as the quaffles he spent the best part of fifteen minutes dodging. He's constantly glancing at James, who's had to assume the role of a buffer to prevent the inevitable bloodbath that would ruin his mum's prized flowerbeds. Remus' teeth are bared like never before and he's practically growling, assuring the lashing out boy beside him that he's with him every step of the way.
The graduated girls don't know where to look.
Romie knew the second she laid eyes on the clash.
Violet eyes intensely aglow zero in on the exposed forearm of the lone stander, the coal-black ink she made the sorry mistake of judging too soon glaring right back at her. At full pelt, like blazes, her heart plummets to her stomach, drops right through her to the ground she swears is quaking under foot. And if it's quaking for her, she can't imagine how catastrophically it's shaking, crashing down for him.
"ROMIE DON'T GO ANYWHERE NEAR HIM!" Remus shouts raucously, lunging forwards into the no man's land James has created to seize protective hold of his baby sister.
Clutch her tight for the distraught crumbling down bound to happen as a result of the tragic revelation. Romie flinches slightly, but it's minor, nothing in comparison to what's flaring inside her chest at the raw animosity lacing his tone, the sheer malice alive and consuming the entirety of his iris when he looks at Regulus. Initially, she had hopes to be grown ups about this, talk it out without jumping to life-changing, mud-slinging conclusions.
The damage is already done.
And the vengeance is fucking sweet.
The malice wipes clean, soon replaced by something that Remus apparently can't get enough of. Betrayal cuts gut-wrenchingly deep, but it reveals who truly matters. In this case, Regulus. Who truly matters is Regulus, Romie proves as much when she flouts their yells, their warnings, crossing the garden and never looking back.
His back. She has his back, his front too, the armoured position she resolutely takes up says loud and clear. Regulus nearly weeps in relief, the weight of the collapse world too much to bear on his own. She's here to bear the burdens, share the load, that's one thing they always seem to get right.
