sink or swim - r.a.b

𐙚 chap. 1

As you wake up to your mother, Euphemia, shaking you from your slumber, you groan in protest. But eventually, you come to, and push yourself into a sitting position. "Morning mum," You murmur, your voice veiled with sleep.
"Good morning, [y/n]," She responds sweetly. "I need to wake your brother. Make sure your trunk is ready to go." You nod in her direction, and she disappears into the hall, closing the door behind her.

You groggily get up out of your bed and look into your body-length mirror, taking in your disheveled appearance. You open your curtains, expanding the bar of light that's already filtering in through the fabric. Your eyes come to a close in reaction to the harsh light. You turn to your door, and trudge through into the bathroom.

Your reflection shares the same expression of previous slumber as you look into the mirror. You tie your hair back, and turn the water on, washing your face. You clear the suds off your face, and into the sink. You turn off the water, and dry your face. You walk out of the bathroom, just to be with your brothers tired physique. He mumbles a greeting to you before taking the bathroom.

You step down the stairs to be greeted by the smell of waffles and bacon. You let your nose lead you into the kitchen, causing you to be reminded of Sirius' dog-like mannerisms. When you were reminded of Sirius, you were also reminded of his younger brother, Regulus. You were shook from you thoughts by your mother's voice. "Breakfast, [y/n]?" she asks. You nod in turn.

She slides a plate across the table, and it stops just in front of you, you pick up a fork from the plate, and start making progress through your food. James comes down the stairs, looking more put together. "Hey [y/n], hey mum," James greeted. You stick a hand up as if to wave at him. He took that opportunity to high-five you. You roll your eyes, biting into your bacon.

After a little while, you finish your food, and stick your plate into the sink, spraying it with the faucet. You retreat back upstairs, and make your way into the bathroom again, brushing your teeth. You bag up your toiletries, and make your way back into your room. You sit in front of your mirror, and do your makeup.

In the end, it came time to board the scarlet steam engine that brought you to Hogwarts. You hugged your mum and dad. "Be careful at school, you two." Your mother warned. "James I better not get any more letters from McGonigal this year!" She hollered to the fleeting boy. Fleamont chuckled at his son's antics.
"Be safe at school, [y/n]. Pass the message to James. We love you two." Fleamont nodded.
"Okay, dad. Love you guys, too!" You hollered at the couple. You dragged your trunk to the train, and looked for James' compartment. Instead, you found Regulus Black's compartment. The same boy you were thinking about earlier.

You glanced inside, and saw his signature group of Bartimus Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, and Pandora Rosier. You passed the compartment, and trudged on toward the sound of James' voice. You saw him and his group rejoicing with each other, probably about the fact that they were together for their fifth year of Hogwarts together. "Hi, you lot," You interjected. James stopped mid word, and looked over at you.
"Hey [y/n]," He shouted.
"[n/n]!" Sirius hollered. Remus looked up from his book, a tin prefects badge gleaming from his chest. He waved at you. Peter was too pre-occupied with attempting to eat a chocolate frog to say hi. Emi, your best friend was already sat in the compartment near the window.

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After the ride to Hogwarts, you were crowding around with the group of boys. You turned around to see Regulus Black's side profile, he was talking to Evan, and you turned back to your group. You followed them to the carriages that were always pulled by nothing. You climbed into the carriage with the quartet.

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At the sorting ceremony, you watched in apathy from the Ravenclaw table. You didn't know anyone who was getting sorted, naturally. It'd be strange if a fourth year was socializing with eleven-year-olds in your opinion anyways. You looked across the table at Pandora Rosier, one of Regulus' friends. It was strange to you that he kept cropping up everywhere this year. "Hello," You felt the words exiting your mouth before you could stop them. "you're Pandora, right?"
"Oh, yes." She nodded. "That makes you [y/n], no?" You nodded. She smiled. "I see you around the dorm a lot." She said.
"That makes two of us- in the way that I see you, that is." You stammered, she let out a laugh. The pair of you talked through the feast, and on the way to bed. Finally saying goodnight when you two were ready for bed. You decided to leave unpacking completely until the weekend.

author note 𐙚

i'm loving the way in rewriting this currently,
hopefully you are too!!