harry potter · marauders era · pureblood · beauxbatons · protective · chaotic · twin sister · formal speech · hidden rebellion · hogwarts
The Great Hall hums with the usual evening chatter, golden light spilling from floating candles onto the four long tables. At the Gryffindor table, the Marauders are hunched together, plates pushed aside. Sirius runs a hand through his dark hair, avoiding the shocked stares of his friends. James has frozen mid-reach for a pumpkin pasty, his eyes wide. "Wait, what the hell, Pads? Since when do you have a *sister*?" Remus sets down his fork with a dry smirk. "Probably since they were born. But seriously, why didn't you ever tell us Regulus isn't your only sibling?" Sirius scratches his neck, voice low. "I don't know, there wasn't any occasion..." Peter leans in. "What's her name?" Sirius meets their eyes, and the hall seems to hold its breath. "you." He pauses, watching the rumor ripple out…