1976 part 3
1976 part 3
Regulus Black prided himself on many things—his impeccable academic record, his skill in magic, his ability to remain poised in any situation. But dealing with James Potter and Lily Evans simultaneously professing their feelings for him? That was a level of chaos he hadn’t prepared for.
It had started subtly. Or at least, as subtly as James Potter and Lily Evans competing for his attention could be.
At first, he had ignored it. He had brushed off James' lingering stares across the Great Hall, dismissed Lily's pointed compliments during Prefect duties, and outright refused to acknowledge how they both mysteriously appeared wherever he went.
But when James suddenly abandoned his obsession with pranking Slytherins in favor of holding doors open for him, and Lily—Lily!—had gone as far as to transfigure a bouquet of roses in the middle of Potions and slide it onto his desk, he had realized something was deeply, deeply wrong.
It got worse.
James started pulling absurd stunts to impress him.
"Did you see that, love?" James had shouted during a Quidditch match, after scoring a goal. "That was for you!"
Regulus had nearly hexed him out of the sky.
Lily was no better.
"Regulus, I saved you a seat!" she had sung out one morning at breakfast, waving him over like some lovesick Hufflepuff.
Unfortunately, James had also saved him a seat—on the opposite side of the table.
"Sit with me instead," James had countered, grinning.
Regulus had simply turned on his heel and walked away before his brain melted out of sheer secondhand embarrassment.
The final straw, however, had been the intercepted letters.
One day, Pandora had plopped down beside him in the common room, holding two suspiciously folded notes.
"You have admirers," she had said, barely suppressing her laughter.
Regulus had frowned and unfolded the first note.
"Regulus, darling, I’ve been thinking—why resist the inevitable? Midnight. Astronomy Tower. Just us. And well, James, if you’d like. With love, Lily."
Regulus had gripped the parchment like it personally offended him.
Before he could burn it on the spot, Evan had thrown the second letter into his lap.
"Reg, don’t listen to Lily. She’s crazy. I’ll be waiting in the Gryffindor stands after practice instead. Just you. Ignore her. - James (Your Favorite)"
Barty had fallen off the couch laughing.
Regulus had stormed out of the common room, determined to put an end to this madness.
Which is how he had ended up in the library, standing across from both James and Lily, arms crossed, ready to confront them both.
The dim glow of the enchanted lamps flickered over the wooden tables, rows of books standing witness to his impending doom.
"Admit it," he had said coolly, his Slytherin tie neatly in place. "You both like me."
Lily had flushed a brilliant shade of red, her green eyes darting to James, who, for once, looked equally caught off guard. Then, they both had the nerve to look at each other, share a glance, and—
"Fine!" Lily had blurted. "Yes! We like you!"
"And?" James had added with an infuriating grin. "We want to date you."
Regulus had scoffed. "Ridiculous."
And the chaos had truly begun.
But if he had thought that was the end of it, he was sorely mistaken.
Over the following weeks, Hogwarts became an absurd battleground where Lily and James, still dating, had seemingly agreed on one thing: winning over Regulus Black.
They competed openly for his attention—Lily bringing him his favorite tea in the mornings, James carrying his books between classes. They made a point of sitting next to him in the Great Hall, ensuring no one else dared to claim the seat. They even began actively scaring away potential suitors.
"Oi, Avery," James had said, slinging an arm around Regulus’s shoulders when the Slytherin seventh-year had dared to approach him. "What exactly do you want with our dear Reggie?"
Regulus had bristled. "Don’t call me that."
Avery had looked between James and Regulus, hesitated, and then wisely walked away.
And then there was Lily.
"Darling," she had cooed one day, looping her arm through Regulus’s in the courtyard, her boyfriend Gryffindor scarf fluttering in the wind. "I was thinking, you and I should partner for the next Potions project. It’ll be a bonding experience."
From behind them, James had immediately called out, "Oi! I was going to ask him!"
Regulus had never wanted to hex two people more in his life.
If anyone was less amused by this turn of events, it was Sirius Black.
"You two need to back the hell off," Sirius had snapped one afternoon, physically placing himself between Regulus and his two determined suitors. "My little brother is not some Quidditch trophy you can compete for!"
James, ever the troublemaker, had grinned. "Would it help if I swore on my broomstick that I have only the purest intentions?"
"Absolutely not," Sirius growled, shoving Regulus behind him as though shielding him from corruption itself.
Lily, unfazed, had crossed her arms. "Oh, come on, Sirius. You should be happy someone appreciates your brother!"
Regulus took advantage of the distraction and bolted—only for Pandora, Evan, and Barty to appear out of nowhere, laughing their heads off.
"This is the best thing that’s ever happened," Pandora had declared, clapping her hands together in delight.
Evan smirked. "I never thought I’d live to see the day James Potter and Lily Evans fought over a Black."
Barty, always one for dramatics, had slung an arm around Regulus. "So, which one will you choose, our beloved Prince of Slytherin? The lioness or the stag?"
Regulus hexed him in response.
Sirius, of course, wasn’t the only one getting involved. Remus Lupin—ever the peacemaker, ever the strategist—decided that if Sirius was going to keep interfering, the best way to handle the situation was to distract him.
Which meant flirting. Aggressively.
"Sirius," Remus had purred one afternoon as they walked down the corridor, "have I ever told you how particularly handsome you look when you’re angry?"
Sirius had stopped mid-rant about Potter’s sheer audacity and blinked at Remus, thrown entirely off balance. "What?"
Remus had leaned in just enough to make Sirius’s brain short-circuit. "Just saying. You’re rather dashing when you’re protective. Very knight-in-shining-armor."
That had effectively kept Sirius occupied for the next hour, allowing Lily and James time to resume their relentless pursuit of Regulus.
And, of course, Severus Snape had been forced to endure the situation as well.
Lily had made a habit of venting to him about her frustrations.
"I don’t get it, Sev!" she had groaned, rubbing her temples as they sat in the library. "Why won’t he take us seriously? We genuinely like him!"
Severus had fixed her with a deeply unimpressed stare before dryly responding, "Perhaps because you’re both still dating each other while competing for his affection?"
Lily had opened her mouth, closed it, and then sighed.
Severus had rolled his eyes, muttering, "Hufflepuffs," before turning back to his book.
Regulus, exhausted, exasperated, and utterly done, had begun seeking refuge in the one place he knew James and Lily wouldn’t follow—the Slytherin common room.
Or at least, that had been the plan.
Because one evening, after successfully evading them all day, he had walked in to find Sirius already there, waiting.
"You’re coming with me," Sirius had announced.
Regulus groaned. "Oh, not you too—"
"Nope. I’m getting you out of this disaster. Come on. We’re going to Hogsmeade."
Regulus had hesitated. "What’s the catch?"
Sirius grinned. "I don’t have to listen to James and Lily plotting for one afternoon."
That was enough motivation.
And so, for the first time in weeks, Regulus finally got a break.
…Until the next morning, when Lily and James resumed their all-out romantic warfare.
Regulus had never hated Quidditch more in his life.
It started when he simply showed up to watch a match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, sitting in the stands with his usual Slytherin entourage. But the moment James spotted him from across the pitch, everything went downhill.
Mid-match, instead of focusing on the bloody game like a proper Captain, James decided to show off for Regulus.
"Did you see that, love?" James yelled after scoring a goal, zooming past the stands. "That was for you!"
Regulus, utterly mortified, hissed, "Stop calling me that!"
From a few rows away, Lily—who had simply come to watch the match—perked up at the commotion. Smirking, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "That was cute, James! But honestly, Regulus, don’t you think I’d look better in Quidditch robes?"
James, catching onto Lily’s antics mid-flight, immediately dived down on his broom and called up to Regulus in the stands.
"Who did it better, Reggie?" he shouted. "Me or Lily?"
Regulus covered his face with his hands.
"This isn’t happening," he muttered.
Unfortunately, the entire Slytherin section disagreed, because Barty, Evan, and Pandora immediately started booing.
"Get off the field, Potter!" Barty shouted. "This is a match, not a bloody courtship!"
"Yes, let Regulus breathe, you lunatics!" Pandora added, giggling.
James, positively glowing from the attention, only winked up at them before shooting off to continue the match.
Regulus seriously considered murder.
One day, Regulus found a note slipped under his textbook during Ancient Runes. He unfolded it, expecting something important, only to see:
"Regulus, darling, I’ve been thinking—why resist the inevitable? I’ll be waiting outside the Astronomy Tower at midnight. Just us. And, well, James if you’d like. With love, Lily."
Regulus nearly choked on his own breath.
From behind him, Evan and Barty were already dying of laughter.
"It’s even signed with love," Barty wheezed.
"I swear to Merlin—" Regulus started, before another note suddenly landed on his desk.
This one, in a far messier scrawl:
"Reg, don’t listen to Lily. She’s crazy. I’ll be waiting in the Gryffindor stands after practice instead. Just you. Ignore her. - James (Your Favorite)"
Barty had to actually leave the classroom from laughing too hard.
Evan simply leaned over with a smirk. "You should auction yourself off at this point."
Regulus hexed both of them.
At one point, Sirius stopped trying to stop them and started focusing on the next best thing—annoying the hell out of them.
During lunch one afternoon, Sirius physically wedged himself between Regulus and James at the Gryffindor table, throwing an arm around Regulus like a protective mother hen.
"Tell me, Potter," Sirius said sweetly, "what exactly do you bring to the table in this… abomination of a courtship?"
James blinked, slightly thrown. "Well—I mean—I’m me?"
"Wrong answer," Sirius snapped. "And you, Evans?"
Lily, smirking, sipped her pumpkin juice. "Well, I have charms."
James immediately pouted. "I have charms too."
Regulus stood up and left without another word.
Sirius gave both of them a smug look. "You’re both losing."
With James and Lily completely occupied by their pursuit of Regulus, Remus had taken it upon himself to keep Sirius distracted—and he had far too much fun doing it.
One afternoon in the library, Remus leaned against the bookshelf where Sirius was grumbling to himself.
"You know," Remus mused, "for someone who claims to hate romance, you’re very involved in this love triangle."
Sirius glared at him. "I’m involved because my baby brother is being hunted like a golden snitch."
Remus hummed. "You’re quite protective. It’s rather… attractive, actually."
Sirius blinked. "What?"
Remus took a step closer, smirking. "Just saying. All this passionate energy? If only someone would direct it somewhere useful."
Sirius, completely flustered, grabbed a book and smacked Remus on the head with it.
"You're the worst," Sirius grumbled.
"Flattered," Remus replied smoothly.
Regulus, desperate for peace, decided to hide by the Black Lake one evening, hoping for at least an hour of solitude.
He should have known better.
James and Lily found him immediately.
"Regulus!" Lily called cheerfully, plopping down beside him. "You look ravishing as always."
Regulus groaned. "What do you want?"
James sat on the other side of him, throwing an arm lazily around his shoulders. "We were just thinking, if you had to choose, who would you pick?"
Regulus turned his deadliest glare on them both. "Neither."
James grinned. "See, but I’m charming."
Lily nudged Regulus’s arm. "And I’m clever."
"You’re both annoying," Regulus muttered, standing up and attempting to walk away.
James and Lily immediately stood up too.
"You can run, love," James called, "but you can’t hide forever!"
Regulus, not in the mood, waved his wand and hexed them both into the lake.
The satisfying splash as they hit the water was the best sound he’d heard in weeks.
By the time the end of 1976 rolled around, James Potter and Lily Evans had finally decided to stop their ridiculous public courting attempts and have an actual serious conversation with Regulus.
Which, honestly, was a little disappointing.
Regulus had been having so much fun.
Nothing quite stroked his ego like watching two of Hogwarts’ most sought-after Gryffindor and Hufflepuff compete for him, all while Sirius lost his mind in the background.
But now they wanted to be… sincere.
Boring.
Still, when they cornered him in the Room of Requirement, Regulus allowed himself to listen. He was a Black, after all—drama was in his blood.
Regulus stood with his arms crossed, back against one of the many elaborate bookshelves the room had conjured for him. James and Lily stood in front of him, looking more nervous than they did before a Quidditch final.
"Alright," Regulus drawled. "You called me here. Make your case."
James ran a hand through his hair (classic) while Lily shot him a look before stepping forward.
"Regulus, we love you," Lily said plainly, voice strong despite the pink dusting her cheeks. "Both of us. This isn’t a joke or some competition anymore. We’re serious."
Regulus blinked, taken slightly aback by the lack of games.
James stepped in, taking over. "We actually wrote to your father."
Regulus raised an eyebrow. "You did what?"
James pulled a folded letter from his pocket and handed it to him.
Regulus unfolded it, skimmed the contents, and then nearly died on the spot.
To Orion Black,
As per traditional courting customs, we, James Fleamont Potter and Lily Marie Evans, wish to formally request permission to court your son, Regulus Arcturus Black, as a bonded triad.
Regulus could not believe his eyes.
We are fully prepared to respect all traditions and responsibilities associated with courting a Black heir, and we will ensure Regulus receives the love and devotion he deserves. If permission is granted, we promise to uphold his honor and station with the highest regard.
And at the very bottom?
Orion’s actual response.
I see no reason to object. If Regulus agrees, you have my permission. However, my son is not to be rushed into any foolishness.
—Orion A. Black
Regulus’s brain short-circuited.
"You wrote to my father?" Regulus repeated, barely concealing his shock.
James grinned sheepishly. "Seemed like the honorable thing to do."
Lily nodded. "You know, traditional and all that. We thought you’d appreciate it."
Regulus did appreciate it. He really did. But they didn’t need to know that yet.
Instead, he smirked.
"Oh, you’re both very determined," he mused, tapping the letter against his chin. "I have to admit, I’m tempted."
James beamed. "So, does that mean—"
"Tempted, Potter. Not decided."
Lily groaned. "Regulus."
Regulus flourished his robes and turned away, theatrically. "I must think. Reflect. Meditate on such weighty matters."
James groaned. "You’re just going to make us suffer, aren’t you?"
Regulus grinned over his shoulder.
"Obviously."
Regulus went to consult Severus in the library.
He found Snape hunched over a large tome, nose buried in its pages.
"I need your advice," Regulus announced, sliding into the seat across from him.
Severus sighed. "If this is about them, I swear to Merlin—"
"They wrote to my father."
Severus actually looked up. "You’re joking."
Regulus placed the letter on the table. Severus read it, scowled, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You enjoy this, don’t you?" Severus deadpanned.
Regulus smirked. "Immensely."
Severus sighed heavily. "You’re going to say yes, aren’t you?"
Regulus tapped his fingers on the table, considering.
"They do love me," he admitted, voice softer than before. "And I… do like them both."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Then just say yes and spare the rest of us the agony."
Regulus chuckled. "Oh no, I’m dragging this out until my OWLs are over."
Severus groaned. "I hate you."
Regulus patted his hand. "No, you don’t."
For the next few weeks, Regulus made it his mission to keep James and Lily on edge.
Flirtatious one day, distant the next.
One day at breakfast:
"Reg, love, do you want extra toast?" James asked, placing a slice on his plate.
Regulus smirked. "Sweet of you, James."
James beamed while Lily scowled at him.
Two days later, in the courtyard:
"Regulus, would you like to study with me tonight?" Lily asked, brushing her hand against his.
Regulus tilted his head, eyes twinkling. "You’re quite persistent, Lily."
Lily blushed, but before she could respond—
James appeared out of nowhere. "Hey, if he’s studying, I’m studying with him."
Regulus hummed. "Oh? Are we a package deal now?"
James grinned. "Always."
Lily groaned.
The night before their final OWL, Regulus found James and Lily waiting for him outside the library.
"This is it," Lily declared. "You have to answer us now."
James nodded seriously. "We can’t take it anymore, Reg. Are we courting or not?"
Regulus grinned.
"You have my father’s permission, my friends’ amusement, and my brother’s eternal suffering," he mused. "And I do adore you both."
James and Lily practically leaned forward in anticipation.
Regulus smirked.
"But," he added, "I believe I’ll let you sweat just a bit longer."
Lily actually stamped her foot. James groaned loudly.
"Regulus!" they both whined.
Regulus, completely delighted, merely turned on his heel and walked away.
Would he say yes?
Absolutely.
But he wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
And Merlin, it was going to be fun.
The moment OWLs started, James and Lily switched tactics.
No more over-the-top Quidditch stunts.
No more dramatic public declarations.
No more trying to one-up each other.
Instead, they went for the soft approach—the kind that made Regulus actually consider what it might be like to date them.
And Merlin, they were good at it.
Regulus had never had such an efficient study system before.
James, who normally refused to sit still for more than ten minutes, suddenly became the most organized and supportive study partner in history.
“I made flashcards!” James declared one evening, plopping down beside Regulus in the library.
Regulus raised an eyebrow. “You made flashcards?”
James grinned. “I may have bribed Remus to help, but yes. And they’re color-coded.”
Regulus took one of them skeptically and nearly choked when he saw James’ messy scrawl:
Q: What are the properties of Moonstone in Potions?
A: Not as pretty as Regulus Black, but still useful in Strengthening Solutions.
Regulus groaned. “James.”
James only beamed. “Motivation, love.”
Meanwhile, Lily had another approach.
“You need breaks,” Lily insisted, physically dragging Regulus away from his books after three straight hours of Ancient Runes.
“I do not,” Regulus protested, though he definitely did.
Lily ignored him and sat him down by the Black Lake, conjuring his favorite tea with a flick of her wand.
“I’ve seen you overwork yourself,” she murmured, pushing the warm cup into his hands. “And I know you think you have to, but you don’t. Not alone.”
Regulus stared at her.
Damn it. That was sweet.
James and Lily had somehow made it their personal mission to protect Regulus from any and all OWL-related stress.
This included:
Hexing anyone who tried to stress him out. When a Ravenclaw fifth-year smugly told Regulus that “only true geniuses pass Ancient Runes,” James tripped him with a silent jinx.
Ensuring he ate properly. Lily threatened Barty with a Bat-Bogey Hex when he tried to convince Regulus that skipping meals to study was efficient.
Bringing him snacks during study hours. James would randomly plop an apple, a bar of chocolate, or an entire bowl of treacle tart in front of Regulus without comment.
Regulus would pretend not to be affected. But he totally was.
The worst part, in Sirius’ opinion?
Regulus was clearly enjoying all of it.
“Oh no,” Sirius muttered one evening as he watched James tuck a blanket around Regulus while he dozed off in the common room. “This is actually working.”
Remus smirked. “They’re being sweet, Pads.”
“I hate it,” Sirius grumbled. “That’s my baby brother, Moony. They’re nurturing him.” He shuddered. “It’s disgusting.”
Regulus, half-asleep, snuggled into the blanket.
Lily brushed his hair back gently and whispered, “Sleep well, love.”
Sirius made a strangled noise. “I CAN’T DO THIS.”
Remus simply chuckled and kissed Sirius on the cheek.
“You’ll survive, darling.”
After two weeks of this infuriating kindness, Regulus was thoroughly wooed.
Not that he’d admit it. Yet.
After their final exam—Transfiguration—James and Lily didn’t pounce on him like he expected.
Instead, James just ruffled his hair affectionately (which Regulus normally would hex him for) and said, “You did brilliant, love.”
And Lily simply squeezed his hand, smiled, and said, “You should be proud of yourself.”
And then they walked away.
No pressure.
No declarations.
Just sweet, genuine support.
Regulus stared after them.
“…Damn it.”
Barty, who had been watching, snorted. “Oh, you’re so done for.”
Regulus groaned. “Shut up, Crouch.”
Evan laughed. “Just kiss them already.”
Pandora smirked. “Or let them keep earning it.”
Regulus huffed. “Oh, I will.”
And he did.
For exactly one more week—before he finally gave in.
The moment finally came in the most Regulus way possible—dramatic, unfairly smug, and downright exasperating for James and Lily.
It started at breakfast when Regulus, out of nowhere, folded his Daily Prophet, sipped his tea, and calmly announced:
"I've decided to accept your courting request."
Silence.
Then—
James choked on his pumpkin juice.
Lily froze mid-bite of toast.
Sirius physically collapsed onto Remus’ lap in sheer horror.
“You WHAT?!” James coughed, eyes wide.
Regulus smirked—and stood up.
“I said I accept,” he repeated, stretching luxuriously as if this was a perfectly casual conversation. “But—”
James and Lily visibly stiffened.
"But,” Regulus continued, grinning now, “since you went through all the effort of writing to my father, you obviously take courting traditions seriously. So, if we're doing this…"
Regulus tilted his head, eyes full of mischief.
"You now have to court me properly."
Pandora shrieked with laughter.
Barty fist-pumped the air.
Evan nearly fell off his chair.
Meanwhile, James and Lily just… stared.
“Are you—” James ran a hand through his hair. “Wait, hold on, Reg, we’ve already been—”
“Ah-ah,” Regulus waved a finger. “What you did before was convincing me. Now you actually have to win me.”
Lily narrowed her eyes. “Oh, you’re evil.”
Regulus smiled serenely. “So I’ve been told.”
Then, before either of them could react, he turned on his heel and walked out of the Great Hall.
And James, like a lovesick idiot, actually started running after him.
“REGULUS BLACK, GET BACK HERE!”
Lily, completely exasperated, downed the rest of her tea in one go.
“I’m going to hex him,” she muttered before marching after them.
It started at breakfast when Regulus, out of nowhere, folded his Daily Prophet, sipped his tea, and calmly announced:
"I've decided to accept your courting request."
Silence.
Then—
James choked on his pumpkin juice.
Lily froze mid-bite of toast.
Sirius physically collapsed onto Remus’ lap in sheer horror.
“You WHAT?!” James coughed, eyes wide.
Regulus smirked—and stood up.
“I said I accept,” he repeated, stretching luxuriously as if this was a perfectly casual conversation. “But—”
James and Lily visibly stiffened.
"But,” Regulus continued, grinning now, “since you went through all the effort of writing to my father, you obviously take courting traditions seriously. So, if we're doing this…"
Regulus tilted his head, eyes full of mischief.
"You now have to court me properly."
Pandora shrieked with laughter.
Barty fist-pumped the air.
Evan nearly fell off his chair.
Meanwhile, James and Lily just… stared.
“Are you—” James ran a hand through his hair. “Wait, hold on, Reg, we’ve already been—”
“Ah-ah,” Regulus waved a finger. “What you did before was convincing me. Now you actually have to win me.”
Lily narrowed her eyes. “Oh, you’re evil.”
Regulus smiled serenely. “So I’ve been told.”
Then, before either of them could react, he turned on his heel and walked out of the Great Hall.
And James, like a lovesick idiot, actually started running after him.
“REGULUS BLACK, GET BACK HERE!”
Lily, completely exasperated, downed the rest of her tea in one go.
“I’m going to hex him,” she muttered before marching after them.
It was one evening by the Black Lake when James and Lily finally cracked the code.
Instead of grand gestures, instead of flashy gifts, they did something unexpected.
They sat down next to him, leaned against him comfortably, and simply… existed.
No desperate attempts, no elaborate schemes—just James, Lily, and Regulus, with James playing with his hair absently while Lily traced circles on his palm.
“I like this,” Regulus admitted after a while, surprising himself.
James, voice soft, simply kissed his temple. “Yeah?”
Lily smiled. “You finally ready to stop making us suffer?”
Regulus grinned. “Oh, not completely.”
James groaned. “I hate you.”
Regulus just laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and murmured, “No, you don’t.”
Lily huffed, amused, and tugged Regulus closer. “Alright, alright. You win.”
Regulus preened.
“Of course I do.”
A week after the summer started they received the owls results.
Regulus Black (Slytherin, Black 2nd heir, diligent, intelligent, loyal to his family)
O (Outstanding) – Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes
E (Exceeds Expectations) – Astronomy, Arithmancy, Alchemy, History of Magic
A (Acceptable) – Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures
P (Poor) – Divination (no patience for it)
Pandora Rosier (Ravenclaw, creative, free-spirited, intelligent in an unconventional way)
O (Outstanding) – Charms, Astronomy, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy
E (Exceeds Expectations) – Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes
A (Acceptable) – Arithmancy, Divination, History of Magic
Barty Crouch Jr. (Ravenclaw, obsessive, highly intelligent, ambitious, Dark Arts prodigy)
O (Outstanding) – Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes
E (Exceeds Expectations) – Astronomy, History of Magic, Alchemy
A (Acceptable) – Herbology
P (Poor) – Care of Magical Creatures (no patience for it)
D (Dreadful) – Divination (thinks it's nonsense)
Evan Rosier (Slytherin, skilled duelist, proud, traditional pureblood values)
O (Outstanding) – Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions
E (Exceeds Expectations) – Charms, Alchemy, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy
A (Acceptable) – Astronomy, History of Magic, Herbology
P (Poor) – Care of Magical Creatures
D (Dreadful) – Divination