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#because obviously pandora is a warmer person than the other two who are 'tougher nuts to crack'
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dorcas meeting pandora and regulus for the first time
"meadowes." regulus black always seemed to appear out of thin air.
dorcas had seen him around the castle, of course, and on the quidditch team, since they played together. on the other hand, he didn't speak much to anyone, besides his three friends, rosier, crouch, and pandora lovegood, who had to be, at the time, the only person that dorcas found pleasant in that group.
they raised their eyebrows, drowning in the huge armchair in the slytherin common room. "black." he usually never talked to anyone, so why the change of heart?
"you used to be a seeker." he said bluntly, looking at them from under furrowed eyebrows. they used to be, emphasis on used to. up to their fourth year, two years before, when regulus had taken their position, but they didn't mind. he was bloody brilliant.
"no shit. now, what's so important that you decided to come through the lowly and talk to me?" they grinned, teasing.
regulus opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. at last, he resorted to snapping it shut and glarinf at them, which made them feel weirdly superior.
"reg said he needs your help," pandora smiled. ("when did she appear?" dorcas asked themselves). "he said he needs to get faster, because gilderoy lockhart," she air-quoted, "might have a big head, but it doesn't stop him from flying like a comet."
"and was it so hard to admit you needed help?" dorcas cooed.
"apparently." pandora shrugged.
"i could do that just fine on my own, thanks, pandora." what surpised them is that his voice wasn't snappy, like it was with everyone else. it was firm, but a strange warm.
"seems like you couldn't." she sat down next to dkrcas. "i don't think we've been introduced to each other properly, although we've crossed paths at benjy's. i'm pandora lovegood." she smiled, and dorcas didn't even have to think twice before shaking their hand.
"dorcas. meadowes. right, black, you've fifteen to be on the quidditch pitch if you want help. see you!" they exclaimed, jumping up the armchair and making their way to their dorm, not before blowing them a kiss.
"insufferable," regulus muttered under his breath.
pandora clasped her hands together. "i think they're absolutely lovely."
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