Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

Again, the chapter had to be divided in two, guys. This is over 6000 words long, and there's still a lot to happen in the party, so this is pretty much part one of the Potter Soirée.

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Indian Readers: feel free to correct or warn me about anything here. I'm basing myself on the internet and a single friend of mine alone. I have not been to India before and I have little to no contact with the culture in my everyday life, so I might make a mistake, even though I'm doing research, but some sites might not be trustworthy.

Slight TW: Luna's eating habits.

(we all know it's bad, but it's talked about here)

Luna was quite glad that Fleatmont Potter had taken the boys out of the house for the morning to buy the food that needed to be fresh, which meant that she was left alone with Euphemia for hours in the house.

"We hired a few people to finish the cleaning, while you and I are going outside," Euphemia had said as soon as Luna had gotten into the house that morning and Remus was whisked out as soon as their stepped into the Manor. "We have a lot of work to do!"

The people that the Potters had hired were a team of Squibs that were specialised in cleaning magical homes by hand; it was something usually done before big parties to impress guests, or something equally as stupid, but in the Potters' case, Euphemia often hired them at least twice a month since the Manor was too big for her to clean it by hand alone and, with magic, she felt like it didn't feel the same.

While the sun was not too strong, Luna and Euphemia sat on the edge of the backyard's water fountain with baskets and baskets of flowers.

"It wasn't here before," Luna said, frowning as she sat, crossing her legs covered in denim trousers.

"No," Euphemia confirmed, sitting beside her. She wore joggers and a shirt, she had no shoes on. Apparently, that her sleeping clothes. "I leave the backyard open so James and Sirius can play Quidditch during the summer away from my greenhouse, but I can assure you that my water fountain is here when they're not trying to destroy my house."

Luna giggled. "They're rather... animated."

"They're little gremlins," Euphemia dismissed her politeness. "Now, dear, listen. We'll do some patterns with the colours here, and you'll put the flowers in the string, alright?"

And for the next two hours, at the very least, Luna sat with her trousers' legs pulled up and with her feet inside the cold water of the water fountain beside Euphemia, who was doing the same thing as they put flower after flower in the strings, creating garlands with lilies, marigolds, roses and jasmines.

"Pandora would like this," Luna said, stringing up a button of rose at the very top of the jasmines. "She'll be sad she'll miss this and that she didn't do this in her own wedding."

"Her wedding was memorable regardless, and I was perfectly delighted to see her bouquet!" Euphemia said, she finished her garland, putting it to the side so she could start another one. She was much faster than Luna.

"And why is that?"

"She had pink lilies; they are my favourite flowers. And the thing tying the flowers together, it wasn't rope of a ribbon, it was enchanted moss – Rangel's Moss, if I'm not completely out of my mind yet. It's natural to Scotland," Euphemia said.