Epilogue

June 25th

Lorcan dragged his trunk from the puffing scarlet train as it nestled into its hidden platform, eager students pouring from its doors, squealing with excitement over the summer holidays. He blew a stray platinum strand out of his narrowed silvery blue eyes as he tugged his case away from the crowd, growling in irritation at its swollen weight. His slender torso was encased in a plain dark shirt that clung to the dips and curves of his chest, his wrists rimmed by an array of wristbands as his legs were encased in a pair of skin-tight charcoal black jeans. The soles of his steel-toed, ebony leather boots squeaked over the floor as he shuffled towards Mackenzie whose rose lips were folded into a smile.

"Need help?" She teased, surrounded by their Slytherin comrades now dressed in casual clothing.

Mackenzie's curvaceous figure was hugged by a short dark violet dress with a ruffled tutu skirt decorated in ivory skulls stitched into the fabric, her legs slipped into a pair of ebony tights which ended in her worn-out ballet flats that encased her miniscule feet. Her dark chocolate tumbles bounced about her shoulders in an array of unruly curls that framed her adorable, fair-skinned features that still managed to catch Lorcan's breath in his throat.

"I am a man, we can carry anything." He retorted with a playful grin, dumping his trunk alongside hers before wrapping his toned arms around her waist, pulling her figure into the curve of his. "Or can you at least try and pretend men can?"

"Oh if I must." She chimed in a sing-song voice before pecking her lips over his softly, her hands curling around his shirt, clenching fistfuls of the fabric.

"Could you guys wait until I leave before you suck one another's faces off?" Tuesday groaned, her dark amethyst eyes rolling in disapproval as she folded her arms over her chest impatiently.

Albus stood at her side, towering over her curved figure with his mop of jet black tangles flicking about the nape of his neck, shorter fringes of hair tickling over his bright emerald, almond-shaped eyes. His arm was threaded around her waist, his trunk in his free hand as her trunk sat at their feet. Lorcan grinned mischievously into the kiss, breaking away from Mackenzie as she blushed deep scarlet, smiling softly back at him.

"Sorry Tues." He beamed as she broke from Albus' grasp, scurrying towards her friends whilst the Potter family waited for the pair at the other end of the platform. "Have a great summer and we will miss you."

"No you won't." She retorted, tugging Mackenzie into a tight embrace before shifting her hug towards Lorcan. "You two will be too busy with each other."

"Are you saying you won't be busy with Mister Potter?" Mackenzie prodded with a smirk.

Tuesday rolled her eyes but did not deny the accusation, her eyes simply glancing towards Albus shyly before she smiled gently.

"I should get going..." She muttered as Albus picked up her chest alongside his. "Goodbye you two, I will be sending you an owl so try not to get too distracted."

Lorcan and Mackenzie bid their close friend goodbye before she scurried off alongside Albus after one last wave over her shoulder at the pair of Slytherins. The rest of Lorcan's comrades departed shortly, the farewells abrupt and rushed as the passageway between platform 9 and ¾ was announced to close soon. As the Flint twins flocked off to their parents, Lorcan and Mackenzie were left alone, strolling casually towards the podium against with her tall, well-built father leant against, patiently waiting for his daughter to finish up.

"I cannot wait for you to come to Italy with us." She squealed, bubbling over with excitement as she threaded her fingers through Lorcan's gently.

"Me neither." He murmured with a smile, grasping her hand back tightly. "If only I did not have to wait until next week."

"Oh don't whine, it isn't even a week to wait, it's about three days." She giggled before turning to face him and lifting herself onto the tips of her toes, her lips millimetres away from his. "We will pick you up as soon as possible. I really can't wait! But, sadly, until then, goodbye."

Her lips cupped his own as his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her to him, nearly lifting her from her feet to match his height. Their soft lips moved in unison as his tongue tickled along her plump bottom lip, a passionate kiss ensuing as several onlookers gawked in surprise. Mackenzie smiled as she parted from him, bidding him farewell once more–despite Lorcan's refusal to let go of her–before darting off to her father, greeting Mister Goyle pleasantly before handing him her trunk. Lorcan sighed to himself, sliding his hands into the tight pockets of his jeans as he sauntered towards the bright, platinum head of his petite mother who chatted animatedly to a couple of redheads recognisable as the Weasleys, but their gazes were elsewhere.

Lorcan followed their glances, his eyes fixating on a pair standing metres away from them, entangled in one another's embrace. Roxanne quickly pressed her lips to Lysander's, his hands tangled through her tumbling dark hair as he held his body to hers. He reluctantly released her, her dark sepia eyes glancing to the huddle of fifth year Gryffindors beside them, waiting impatiently. She grinned softly, parting from Lysander completely and trotting towards their comrades, joking with them playfully.

Lysander moved as if to follow her before halting in his tracks, his pale platinum locks swaying about the small of his back as he tilted his head towards Lorcan. His matching build was encased in a collared, persimmon orange shirt decorated in a bizarre design whilst a pair of black slacks hung about his legs, his hands slid into the pockets casually. His deep sapphire eyes returned Lorcan's gaze, yet his eyebrows did not knit together in confusion nor did Lorcan's shimmering eyes narrow into a foul glare.

Instead, both of their lips folded into small smiles, Lorcan holding up his left hand weakly in an awkward wave that Lysander happily returned. Both males nodded at one another before their gazes returned to their mother who waved at them frantically, her figure bouncing up and down in excitement alongside her unruly blonde locks. Lorcan glanced back at Lysander who gestured towards their mother who called to them impatiently, shrugging his shoulders with a wider smile that his brother returned, a silent agreement of courtesy for Lorcan and Lysander.