Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

I've been without internet for hours, I'm struggling and using all my data to post this chapter. Please, comment for my sacrifice (lol). Anyways, it's my day-off, tomorrow will be another exam-day for me.

A day in Hogwarts was hardly normal. With magical owls, magical letters, enchanted ceilings and spells being thrown in the corridor against the rules; 'normality' wasn't a word that most people would use to describe anything that happened there.

However, the Marauders knew how to take a "normal" Hogwarts day and turn it into a spectacle.

It was the first day of October when Sirius Black walked into the Great Hall for breakfast in hot pink clothing; everything in him was hot pink: long trousers, dress shirt, tie, shoes, socks, even the shoelaces. His hair, however, was still as dark as usual, but this time it wasn't down to his shoulders, it was pulled up to a badly done bun that was held in place by his black wand, that no longer went well with his outfit. He didn't seem to mind, as vain as he was – he had a huge smile on his face and an open posture to whatever came his way.

"Oh, good God," whispered Amanda in shock, as the good muggleborn she was.

"What is happening?" Rosalie wondered, though her tone was not of shock, it was of amusement.

"That ought to be good," Amanda added.

Luna watched everything in silence, nervousness blooming in the pit formed in her stomach. She had no sensible reason to be that nervous, after all she wasn't the one wearing such a revolting outfit so early in the morning, but there was a sense of anxiety growing in her chest, warning her that something horrible was about to happen. It was that very same feeling that she had when she saw him standing with James Potter in that corridor, requesting to talk to her – that feeling of impending doom, unable to be stopped. Perhaps, however, it was something else entirely, because she had been feeling that awful anxiety every time that her eyes found Sirius in a room.

There was no denying that Sirius had broken her heart; so, perhaps, that feeling was just a mending organ still pumping blood while broken in a thousand small pieces.

"He does look good in pink, a rather rare colour to work," Pandora mused while preparing her morning tea. "However, I don't believe he likes himself in pink."

"He always likes himself in anything at all," Morris complained.

Luna couldn't deny it.

Sirius was always a proud boy; she knew that before she even began any sort of relationship or engagement with him. He rarely apologised for something more serious than an accidental brush of shoulders in the corridor, his vanity took a hold of him every time he was to be seen in public, and – though he said the contrary – he was just like the rest of his family: constantly worried over the public opinion over his image. Now that any contact between them had been broken and burnt, it was easier to see and even to mock, though such cruel thought stayed only in the back of her mind during her moments of quiet solitude, where her hurt was bigger than her kindness.

It was due to his pride that Sirius didn't even blush when he stepped on the bench and jumped to the table, standing on the small space between Peter's and Marlene's plate of food. His pink shoes glistened at the sunlight.

"Mister Black, get down from that table this instant!" McGonagall shrieked from her place at the high table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and my beloved Minnie, I have an important announcement to make," Sirius said loudly, ignoring McGonagall's warning, though he did appear nervous when she got up from her seat. "I, from this day on, due to a bet that I have lost, am swearing off any woman for the rest of the year."