[Completed] Book Two
Following Aurora's graduation from Hogwarts, she was reminded once more that Immer Rein had not expired so simply. If anything it had been demanded almost immediately as soon as she found herself of legal age.
After the chaotic...
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❥Regulus & Phoebe
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It had taken four attempts to finally come to a finished drafted parcel, and even then it wasn't enough to put it into a letter. Gods she was being pathetic, having to owl her incarcerated husband this type of news.
Or having to tell her eldest son about her pregnancy because she needed to tell someone?
Romulus had taken it upon himself to make everything suitable for his mummy. But after the initial shock, she returned back to working with Aidan. Acting as though nothing had changed, but it will...Especially when there was a child coming in a few months.
What scared her the most was Regulus, her father claimed that he wouldn't judge at all. But Rory knew a different angle, the one of brotherly protection.
However, on the opposite side. Regulus was fighting the calendar until Phoebe said it was okay to tell Rory as he was beyond excited.
And Phoebe rejoiced in it.
"We'll tell her today." She whispered, wrapping the sheet more securely around herself as Regulus wrapped around her bare form. "Privately from Liz? Are you sure?"
"Liz is going to spend hours giving me advice, Rory will just settle for harboring you." A proud grin rallied, and so he coddled his wife for a few more moments before hearing the alarm again.
Snoozing it again would make them both late.
It was strange to have such an active schedule, but he was relishing in being busy, and now with Phoebe and the babe to take care of?
It gave him more of a purpose than being a brother and uncle, this was going to be his child.
The man was giddy the entire day, and he was entirely put to a halt to hear that Rory was feeling Ill. Again.
So he cautiously went into the home, looking both ways as it was hard to tell what type of mood his sister would be in.
Depressed, enraged or enlighten. It was always one of the three.
"Rory! I'm putting a kettle on the stove!" He cheered, if he couldn't handle his sister—Being scared of his sister, how was he going to raise a child?
"Could it be chamomile?" She mumbled out, coming out with a shawl over her shoulders as she crept out into the kitchen. Her smile was subtle, but she just felt tired.
