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HOGWARTS EXPRESS. august 21rst, 1976.
REGULUS BLACK WATCHED AS ESTELLE BAULEDAIRE STIRRED IN HER SLEEP, HER EYES FLUTTERING OPEN AS SHE RUBBED AT THEM TIREDLY. "Have we arrived yet?" She yawned, peering around the compartment with a small frown.
A soft groan left her lips as Marcellus Malfoy shook his head, turning back to his conversation with Oliver Rosier. The two boys spoke continued to speak in hushed tones until Estelle dropped into the space between them with a small grin.
"Estelle," Oliver began, his eyes narrowed until he caught sight of the look Marcellus gave him and quieted down.
The girl didn't speak for a moment, waiting for Marcellus to speak before she had to ask. He was usually quite good at that; answering her question before she even had the chance to think of one.
"Tell me about the wedding," Estelle finally blurted. He noticed how her smile always reached her eyes, no matter what the reason for joy was. He often joked that she had been sorted into the wrong house but they all knew that she was just as Slytherin as they all were.
Once again, Marcellus failed to speak at her command but Estelle wasn't bothered by his silence. "Was it green and silver or did Cissy win and get her black and white theme? Merlin, I bet she looked beautiful! I wish I could have come—"
"Estelle," Marcellus interrupted her tangent and gave her a pointed look to which she took as her cue to fall silent. She did exactly that, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she looked at him.
Oliver snickered from behind her, his breath knocked from his chest when she sent her elbow back towards his body. He pulled his wand out, murmuring his words before he quickly shoved it back into his pant pocket.
With a glance down, Estelle saw that her once blonde hair was now a deep green and spun with wide eyes.
"Rosier!"
"It wasn't even me," he defended himself with crossed arms. He shared a look with Marcellus before the boys both broke into a fit of laughter and Estelle's face grew red.
She pulled her own wand from her pocket, the transfiguration charm leaving her lips before Oliver even had a chance to deflect.
At the sight of his friend's hair now a fiery red, Marcellus couldn't help but laugh louder. He leant back in his seat, listening to the two bicker next him before his eyes fell to Regulus.
