arcane | regulus black

g a m e d a y

tw: just a little nsfw but still

"Lyra! Hello!" Finnick waddle-ran over to Lyra and gave her a sweaty hug. "You're back!" Romeo and Regulus walked behind him, their helmets in their hands and hair dripping with sweat.

Finnick was a chaser like Regulus and Romeo was the seeker of the team. The four of them walked back to the changing rooms and showers behind the pitch.

She really should not have been there but no one really cared. Most of the players had left already and gone back to their own dorms so they had the place to themselves.

Finnick hummed as he walked into the shower, Romeo following in. "I thought there was just one shower?" Lyra asked as she sat down on the bench.

Rome froze in his place and turned around. "Oh, right. Silly me." He laughed strangely and joined Regulus and Lyra outside the showers in the changing rooms, waiting for Finnick to be done.

Romeo asked her about her visit and they discussed their project as Regulus gave his own inputs on it.

"I think I'm going to head up to my dorm and I'll see you all at dinner in around an half an hour?" Regulus said as he almost leaned in to kiss Lyra goodbye. He paused suddenly and then behaved as though he was picking up his helmet from the ground. "Well then. I'll see you at dinner."

Romeo gave them both a strange look and waited for Regulus to leave before questioning Lyra. "Now what was that? I feel like I've missed something here."

"What are you talking about?" Lyra behaved as though she had not a clue to what he asked.

"I saw that."

"Saw what?"

"Fine. I know you're lying, but fine." Romeo gave her an irritated look and then got up to go in the shower as Finnick walked out with a towel around his waist and his neck.

"Be careful, darl-." Finnick looked up at Romeo, a quick, wide-eyed glance. "Be careful, Rome. The floor is all wet."

Lyra raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Once the two were ready to leave, Lyra and them went straight to the Great Hall. It was still fairly early which meant that the food along with the students were just about arriving.

They sat at their usual corner and served themselves. Regulus joined them, shortly followed by Cordelia, Circe and Rabastan. Dinner was a fairly boring affair until Regulus' hand began to wander. Lyra slowed her actions, trying to keep her cool as his hand slid closer and closer to the hem of her skirt.

She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but they were all the same with their conversations. His hand slid up her thigh reaching her warm core. He felt her through the thin cloth, running his fingers slowly up and down her increasingly desperate warmth.

"Lyra! Ms. Potter! Did you attend the practice today? It went quite well, I hear." Professor Slughorn stood across the table as he addressed her.

"I was only there towards the ending but I'm sure we'll-" her voice cracked as she felt his hand slide through the waistband of her underwear. "We'll be fine, professor."

"That's good to hear. Oh, Regulus! How are you feeling about the match tomorrow? Confident I hope." Slughorn realised that Regulus was there as well.

"Hufflepuff stands no chance, Professor. You have nothing to worry about." Regulus spoke so freely and casually while his finger was slowly sliding into Lyra.

"Excellent. I wish you all the very best, m'boy. Make us proud." Slughorn smiled at them and walked away, leaving everyone else to resume their conversations.