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HOGWARTS. september 5th, 1976.
DESPITE THE UNFORTUNATE STREAKING INCIDENT, SLYTHERIN HAD ABSOLUTELY OBLITERATED GRYFFINDOR WITH EASE. It was clear that Estelle was angry by the way she played, scoring nearly 130 points before Regulus had even caught sight of the snitch.
That being said, the game had ended with James Potter sending the girl nearly thirty feet towards the grass of the pitch. Her fall had been slowed significantly by Marcellus from the stands, but, still, she had ended up in the hospital wing with two broken ribs and a rather nasty fracture in her arm.
The moment that Slytherin had been declared victorious, the entire team had shoved past all in the corridor to see their lost princess. It'd been only two days and still it had felt like years that she'd been around them, her smile growing the instant the particular four boys came bounding into the room.
They paid no mind to Madam Pomfry's urgency to get them out, ignoring her glares as they all found a spot on the bed. Regulus, of course, had taken the spot closest to her, curling up besides on her with his arm beneath her shoulders.
"Hey—"
"Merlin, Stel. You played like an absolute madman! Absolute mad man!" Caius exclaimed, raising his hand for a high-five. Estelle reached up to meet his with her own before wincing, the hand falling to her ribs as the boy offered her a sheepish smile. "Sorry."
Regulus had yet to say a word, instead focusing on running his hands through her hair. He didn't quite know what to say, especially if Sirius had already said something to her. What if he had told her the truth? What if he had ruined everything that he had worked so hard to maintain.
Within a matter of minutes, the boys had taken it upon themselves to play catch with various vials that had been placed on Estelle's bedside. They still paid no mind to the shrieking of Madam Pomfry ordering them to stop and began to chase each other around the room.
Estelle finally turned to look at the boy besides her, resting her head on his shoulder with a small grin. She was feelingly a bit woozy from the medicine that she'd been given to ease the pain of mending bones, her eyes every so often fluttering closed before opening once more.
"I've missed you," she whispered, watching his reaction carefully. Only when his lips turned upwards did her own smile grow. He had glad that she didn't hate him; absolutely ecstatic.
"I've missed you as well. Tell me that my brother didn't bother you too much," Regulus spoke carefully, watching her face for any sign of anger though none was shown.
"Sirius is a rightful twat, he is. Absolute nutter—"
"Stellie!"
Both of them turned at the sound of his voice, frozen in their spots as Sirius came bounding in alongside Remus, James and Peter. Instantly all amusement left the room and the other four boys came stalking towards her bed with scowls.
