Chapter 117 - Grounded (1/2)
The following morning found Rowan sucking on a cough drop before breakfast as her throat was quite tender that morning. Waiting in the common room area to her surprise, Regulus was the first one up. Emerging with the fluffy purring form of Alchemy, Regulus flushes as he hastily explains himself. ”It wasn't me this time! He just showed up in my bed last night!”
”Trust me, Alchemy does exactly what he wants too much to the chagrin of others,” Rowan drily said as she eyed the purring cat. Regulus carefully places the purring Alchemy onto the floor, who rubs gently against Regulus's leg, before trotting up to the girl's dorms where a warm bed was surely waiting for him.
”You could always ask for a cat, either for Christmas or for your own birthday, Regulus,” Rowan suggested as she rose to her feet.
Regulus regretfully shakes his head. ”Even if my parents did consent to say, yes, I don't my cat would be safe around some of my extended family members,” Regulus confessed.
”Well, there's always a kneazle,” Rowan suggested as they left the common room.
Regulus giggles and says, ”Sirius would really hate me then.”
”Well, it's always an option,” Rowan snickered as they made their way to the Great Hall.
The Great Hall is mostly empty as only the earliest of risers are already at breakfast. The two of them take a seat as Rowan digs into a plate of cinnamon French toast and strawberry crepes with whipped cream. Happily eating the sweet treat, Rowan fails to notice Regulus periodically glancing over that the Gryffindor table. It wasn't that she halfway through that she noticed the periodic glances.
”What's wrong?” Rowan swallowed another bite.
Regulus sheepishly glances away and says, ”I was just waiting to see what Sirius would do.”
”Ah, well, knowing him, I think it'll be a few more days, before he gets the guts to apologize,” Rowan frankly murmured as she took another bite. Regulus nods his head in understanding, but that still does little to stop his periodic glancing.
By the time, the half of Slytherin arrives Rowan was on her third plate. Watching her eat, Regulus sickly says, ”That's your third plate, aren't you full, Rowan?”
Severus snorts with a mouthful of strawberry crepes. Licking the sweet cream off his lips, Severus says, ”Rowan has a pit for a stomach.”