front row - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 260
“Mister Black, can I speak with you for a moment?” Professor McGonagall asked him with an odd expression, interrupting his low conversation with Barty, Evan, and Pandora.
Looking up nervously, Regulus nodded.
Pulling him to the side of the group of Hogwarts graduates, McGonagall began to whisper. “Mister Black, I just wanted to let you know that we had to move your family from the front row. They were…erm…causing a bit of a commotion, and some other people complained–”
“My family?” he gaped. Never in a million years would he have predicted that Walburga and Orion would show up to his graduation, not after their falling out at the end of last year. They were here? What awful things were they doing? He tried not to panic, clenching his fists.
Unaware of his terror, McGonagall continued. “Yes. Potter, Lupin, and Sirius were setting off fireworks already, I think they have a whole display planned for when you walk the stage. Even Euphemia and Fleamont–”
Shocked, Regulus couldn’t help but interrupt. “They–they’re all here?” he asked, amazed.
She paused. “Why–yes. Of course. Who did you think I meant?”
A small smile formed on his face. He’d thought James could come, maybe Sirius. But Remus? James’s parents? He couldn’t stop smiling. “No, I–sorry. Okay. Tell James if he doesn’t get his act together I’m staying at Remus’s for the summer.”
The Professor grinned. “I think that will be very convincing.” As she turned to leave, though, she looked back. “Congratulations, Mister Black. On the diploma and everything else.”
He beamed. “Thank you.”
