- 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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𝕳eavy gold and serpentine related, Kreacher's memory served.
Approval etches across Regulus' face, causing boundless pride to dwarf the house elf's pain and suffering. He hobbles off the stool Romie carefully rested him on minutes ago, standing in front of his dearest master to date and taking into his shaking, tiny and wrinkled hand, what he can fit of Regulus', when he begins to heap praise on him,
"Kreacher, that is—"
"So bizarre"
They both turn at the pensive interruption, Romie taking a step back and swivelling in the opposite direction to face the potted aconite plant at the realisation she broke up a heartfelt moment between best friends. She assesses the deceitfully beautiful, toxic petals, the hue an uncanny resemblance to her eyes, Regulus can't help but note when she spins around at the sound of his curious voice,
"Care to elaborate, Heffalump?"
"Gryffindor is gold. Slytherin is silver" She mutters, frowning faintly at the striped tie knotted neat and tidy around his neck.
It's a pretty obvious point, Romie believes, one Pandora would've immediately made in her own cryptic, double meaning fashion, yet the way Regulus acts, pushing up, off his bent knees and slowly approaching her with a thoughtful regard, is as though she has just blurted an unconventional theory that Voldemort is closely related to Dumbledore.
"What makes you associate our houses to this locket?" He wonders, tilting his head a fraction and leaning his elbow and right hip against the counter while listening to her reasoning,
"Snake-like appearance, serpentine related locket, I presume he was a Slytherin in his time here too. Sure as hell has the huge superiority complex for it"
The not-so subtle dig flattens his expression largely for a moment before the brooding spell is casted on him once again, glazing his darkened grey eyes with thought Romie kills the small distance to follow. Discovering the ground breaking destination to be where she's already arrived and started to find her feet, a smirk tugs at her glossy lips. Point to Romie.
"You're right" Regulus utters mainly to himself, exhaling sharply through his nose at the blatant sarcasm earned in response,
"Well knock me down with a hippogriff feather"
"I hear Hagrid's taken with baby Beaky, so that can definitely be arranged" He asserts, the flippant attitude practically exuding from him.
Not once faltering, Romie practises some flipping of her own, betwixt their beating chests, the flaunted middle finger standing tall and proud, a stark contrast to the teeth-rotting sweet smile she gives him. Regulus half rolls his eyes, the process elongated through his body's adjustment to face the crabby little sod happily left out of the loop, toned arms knowingly thrusting out behind him to thwart any position changing plans about to take effect.
