Being a Greengrass after all should sound pretty serene.
But being a part of "the Emeralds" should not, especially when hearts become entangled with the infamous Regulus Black.
Goodness, lawfulness, or evilness. Which path will they tread in the ti...
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June 24th, 1977
The Great Hall buzzed with excitement on the last morning of term. Students lingered over breakfast, reluctant to rush through their final hours at Hogwarts before boarding the Hogwarts Express home.
Some couldn't wait for summer freedom, while others were already missing the castle. The seventh-years sat together at a table tucked into the corner of the Hall, their usual banter carrying an unspoken edge. This was the end; in a few short hours, they would leave Hogwarts behind forever and part ways with each other.
"Guys, where's Evan?" Dorcas asked as she dropped into an empty seat at the Slytherin table. "And Barty?"
Regulus didn’t look up from his breakfast. "Er—in the dormitory. You'll see."
Dorcas nodded, her eyes revealing she was a bit puzzled at Regulus' cryptic response. Avery, who was indulging in a plate of blueberry pancakes, quirked an eyebrow at him as well. She could sense that there was something going on, and she wasn't quite sure if she actually wanted to know what it was.
She leaned forward, searching for some form of revelation in his eyes. "What are they doing in the dorm, Regulus?"
Regulus paused for a moment, as if contemplating whether to answer truthfully or not.
"Packing," he eventually said.
Dorcas, who had been quietly listening to the exchange, chimed in bluntly, her tone laden with insinuation.
"Are you sure they're not fucking each other somewhere else?"
Avery instantly grinned at her question, a mixture of surprise and bemusement on her face. Pandora, meanwhile, let out a series of coughs, seemingly choking on her tea.
"What???"
Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. Before anyone could spiral further on the matter, Evan and Barty approached the table, blissfully oblivious to the conversation they just interrupted with their presence. The former looked far too pleased with himself, while the latter looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
The moment they reached the table, Dorcas pointed dramatically. "There they are."
"Morning?" Evan offered, slowing to a stop.
"You two took your time," Avery remarked, setting down her fork.
"We had some last-minute things to sort out."
Barty immediately focused on a random piece of toast as if it held the answers to life's greatest mysteries. The entire table stared between the two.
