Glimpse of Childhood Pt.2
Sirius, with his unruly dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes, darted down a narrow passageway. “Come on, Regulus! You’re slower than a snitch!” he teased, glancing over his shoulder.
Regulus, ever careful and a bit timid, scowled. “I’m not slow! I’m just thinking!” he retorted, his small voice full of determination. Meanwhile, Hyacinth trailed behind them, laughing softly as she clutched a brightly colored charm they’d won in a game.
“Stop it, both of you!” Hyacinth giggled, trying to keep pace. “You’ll wake up that old portrait again!”
A nearby enchanted portrait, a stern-faced ancestor known for his strict demeanor, moved its eyes and let out a low, amused hum. The trio froze for a heartbeat, then burst into suppressed giggles as they continued their playful race through the halls, united in their shared freedom and youthful exuberance.
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Later that morning, the trio found themselves in the dim, book-lined library of Grimmauld Place. Professor Malcrow, a strict but kind woman with a penchant for old magical lore, had set them a challenge: decipher the riddle etched on an ancient plaque.
“Look, Regulus,” Sirius whispered, pointing at the inscription with wide eyes, “I bet if we put our heads together we can figure it out!”
Regulus peered at the faded letters and then looked to Hyacinth. “Maybe it means something about our family’s legacy?” he suggested hesitantly.
Hyacinth’s eyes sparkled as she remembered a story from a worn storybook in the library. “I think it says that even the smallest blossom can brighten the darkest hall,” she offered, voice quiet yet sure.
Professor Malcrow passed by, smiling at their teamwork. “Excellent deduction, children,” she said, her voice warm despite the rigid atmosphere. The trio exchanged proud grins.
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During an afternoon class in one of Grimmauld Place’s ancient study halls, Professor Grimshaw—always precise and deliberate—gathered the children for a lesson on proper magical etiquette and the importance of unity.
“Remember, even the tiniest part of our conduct reflects upon our entire house,” she intoned, her voice resonant against the stone walls. “Whether you’re speaking, laughing, or even arguing, let it be with honor.”
Sirius looked at Regulus and Hyacinth, his eyes bright with mischief yet touched by the seriousness of the lesson. “We know that don’t we?” he said quietly, and Regulus nodded, a small smile appearing as he squeezed Hyacinth’s hand.
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Sirius shouted, “Bet you can’t catch me!” as he sped past a suit of armor. Regulus, following with determined footsteps, trailed a playful scowl. Hyacinth giggled and clutched the moonstone in her hand she’d won for getting a
“Come on, Hyacinth, show us your speed!” teased Sirius, ruffling her hair as he slowed to let her catch up. Hyacinth’s laughter bubbled out, light and pure