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“That last pumpkin pastie is mine, don’t you dare.”
Remus’ eyes locked with Dorcas’ before he slowly dragged his tongue along the circumference of the pastie. “That was for the frogs, Han.” He said darkly, reminding her about how she’d eaten his chocolate frogs the day before, and put the whole treat into his mouth.
“I am not kissing that flubber worm!”
“Now that’s not a nice way to talk about Snivellus, Jones.” Remus heard his idiot boyfriend taunt the pretty Slytherin, before her turned to see him holding a particularly gross flubber worm up to her face. “You’ll hurt his feelings.” Rolling his eyes, Remus casually made his way over to the pair, stepping so his lanky back was in front of Hestia. “Now Sirius, if you think that flubber worm is Severus, I think we need to check you into the Janus Thickey Ward at Mungos.” Stepping closer, his hand moving to rest on top of Sirius’, lowering it to mutter in his ear. “Since when do we pick on girls, Padfoot. Stop being a prat. Some might say the same about who you choose to snog. Cut it out or I will.” He moved his head to shoot a warning gaze into his eyes. “I mean it.”
Turning to Hestia he put a cheery smile on his face. “Sorry about that, Hestia. Sirius forgot to take his potion this morning. It’s my fault, I’ll watch him better from now on. Please accept my apology.”
“Don’t ask, just run.”
“Hmm?” Looking up from his book he saw a wild haired girl running towards him, being followed by a stampede of Hippogriffs. “Shit!” Jumping up, he fell into step beside her. “What the hell did you do?!”
“Pass the firewhiskey, if I’m not completely intoxicated in twenty minutes you’ve failed your duty as friend.”
As soon as Doc had opened the door to his home, he knew that the Lestranges had had another miscarriage. His family had forgiven him for going into Magical Law Enforcement and Bella had slowly come back into his life. They still weren’t the same as they once were but every time she had lost a baby, she turned up on the doorstep of his modest apartment and the two would drink away their worries. Honestly, he was glad that Rodolphus was alright with their friendship and never questioned it.
“Sure kid, I’ll summon Hattie to get the finest I have.”
“Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Bellatrix trying to embarrass him in front of pretty girls was nothing new. He smiled at the pretty Irish girl he’d been speaking to before Bella had swooped in, hugged him and made such a silly comment. “Bella, you’re looking as lovely as ever. Have you met Miss Aoife O’Halloran? Aoife, this is Bellatrix Black of the Sacred 28. I must admit she’s usually a little more behaved than this.” With twinkling eyes he quirked a brow at Bella as if to say ‘your move’.
“Did you just hex me?”
“Hmm?” He looked up from his book, an expression of faux confusion on his face. “Hex you? Why would I do that? It’s not like you were sitting there drooling over your intended and looking like a complete fool.” A grin spread across his face. “It was only a slight stinging hex, Bella. Do get over yourself.”
“You’re freaking out over nothing.”
Doc felt as if he’d just been slapped. “Narcissa, you can’t be serious.” He deadpanned. What he’d just walked in on in their world it was... “Do you know how much trouble you could get in for this?” He couldn’t even look at her. It was like walking in on one of his little sisters with. Glancing at Heath, he fought back the hex right in the forefront of his mind. What had they been thinking? “Put some clothing on, Narcissa. You’re lucky I won’t be mentioning this to your sister.”
“That last pumpkin pastie is mine, don’t you dare.”
“Oh? You mean, you mean this one?” Doc smirked, dangling the pastie just out of her reach. “I’ll think you’ll find that I had it first soooo...” Biting into the snack he groaned at the taste. “Mmm, still fresh.”
