#another comic!

So when he drove to Godric’s Hollow Elementary to pick her up at precisely 3:15pm, it was while he grumbled and rolled his eyes, and wished he didn’t have such a soft heart for the kindergartener, who had insisted on him picking her up that day.

But he’d given in like putty in her hands, so here he was, standing at the edge of the playground with all of the harried-looking parents, wishing he could be waiting in his car.

He spotted Luna quickly- her blonde hair almost glowing in the sun, a glob of purple paint smeared across her cheek as she smiled angelically. But even as he smiled at her and held out his arms, he was quickly distracted. 

Because the teacher leading Luna’s class outside was gorgeous, with dark messy hair and tan skin, and muscles far too defined to be legal for an educator. His energy reminded Regulus of another child, the way he bounded over the walkway, laughing with the students and waving to parents waiting for their children, paint speckled all over his face and wrinkled shirt. Regulus was mesmerized.

But his awe turned to horror when Luna grabbed his hand confidently and pulled him towards Regulus, who quickly closed his mouth and tried to look less like he was hit by Cupid’s arrow.

“Mister P!” Luna sang, a grin on her face that looked almost like she knew. “This is my Uncle Reg!”

And ‘Mister P’ pushed his sleeves up on his arms a bit while giving Regulus a warm smile before saying, “James Potter. Nice to meet you.”

But before Regulus could greet the teacher properly, Luna whispered conspiratorially, “He’s pretty, huh, Uncle Reggie? You guys should be friends! Maybe have a playdate?”

Regulus had never gone redder in his life. He’d never felt more caught off-guard, either. Usually he took Luna’s funny statements in stride, and he was able to quite easily talk himself out of most situations. But now? “Luna! That’s- I-” he stuttered, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“It’s always good to make more friends, Luna,” James nodded seriously to the small girl, before looking over at Regulus. “Of course, Regulus would need to want to be my friend. But if you do,” he said, directly addressing him, “I’m free. For a, erm, play date.”

And somehow, Regulus ended up leaving the school with not just his niece, but a new phone number in his phone.

CLOSE-UPS!