- 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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𝕽omie can't stop smiling.
She wishes she could say it's the beautiful ceremony that's so them it's almost surreal, wishes it was the endearing way James is practically bouncing on his feet speaking his vows straight from the heart and how Lily has this lovely, syrupy glow about her that's obviously not going away any time soon, if ever.
She wishes she could say its how Sirius is visibly bursting with pride to be standing tall next to his best mate in the best moment of his life or the playful elbow nudges Remus keeps giving Peter every time his eyes well up and he sniffles, competing with front row seated Mia who's soaked through the ten tissues Monty knowingly stuffed inside the pocket of his smart double breasted suit. She wishes it was the sweet way Marlene and Dorcas were leaning against each other or Mary's soft coo's and gushing giggles every now and then.
She wishes she could say it was all of that.
She couldn't.
While it may be a contributing factor, the frosted icing on the top of a delicious multi-tiered cake, it would be stupid, rude, down-right inexcusable to ignore the true reason, the real reason. Ignore him. Him, standing there, shoulder to shoulder with both of their brothers, looking way too gorgeous with his black curls styled in a flawed flawlessness that's both begging and having her fingers beg to run through and his mercurial eyes so mesmerisingly bright. And present.
He's present, in a range so close that all it would take to touch first-hand his grandeur, his realness would be a single lunging step across the blossoming altar of the wedding he told her, told them all, regrettably, he wouldn't be able to make. He's present and Romie can't stop smiling. Can't stop her equally as bright eyes deviating from the boundless love being vowed, every time she remembers that. Which is apparently a lot. A lot more than a lot.
An overtness that should burn her cheeks with the hottest, darkest heat but the blush she's feeling isn't out of embarrassment or shame for failing to pay attention to what's currently deemed most important. It's out of recognition for the attention she's receiving all the same in return, Regulus not so shy either in his stolen glances and longing looks.
Cheers and whistles break out amongst the guests when the final and highly anticipated pronouncement is gladly given, James swift to twirl, dip and kiss his heaven sent bride silly on the lips. Not unlike each and every celebrant frolicking inside the temporary tent, Romie feels a rush of uncontainable exhilaration, deep down wishing she could say it's entirely for the couple prancing hand in hand down the aisle as husband and wife. Deep down wishing she wasn't so selfish to be excited that part is over.
She is selfish, anyone in their right mind would be too if the formal, concentration and silence requesting part ending means they could talk, touch, simply be close to Regulus Black. Kindly taking over for Mia whilst she dabs her eyes for the last time and collects her emotions from the overflow spilling around her, Monty moves to the front, briefing the gathering of family and friends on the adjustments and changes quickly taking place in preparation for the lively all-night and all-morning party ahead of them.
