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Regulus highly logically, violently pulled Sirius along by his tailored sleeve, completely, perfectly utilizing his Eagle Vision to heavily, flawlessly avoid the overlapping, sweeping ranges of the massive, military-grade surveillance cameras mounted on the high white walls. While casually surveying the freezing surroundings (and mathematically, violently calculating highly complex possible tactical intrusion routes and blind spots into the estate), they waited highly patiently by the road until—
VROOOM—
A sudden, highly massive, terrifyingly loud engine roar violently broke the freezing, quiet rhythm of the rustling winter trees.
The Black brothers completely, instantly turned their heads sharply toward the sound and violently saw a massive, pure black motorcycle aggressively speeding directly towards them exactly like a highly lethal, mechanical panther. Its sleek, highly polished metal body beautifully, blindingly gleamed completely coldly in the weak winter sunlight.
The massive motorcycle arrived entirely, violently abruptly. Its thick rubber tires aggressively screeched loudly against the freezing asphalt as it leaned violently, tilted slightly, and completely, flawlessly stopped sharply directly in front of them in a massive cloud of exhaust.
The mysterious rider was completely, heavily wearing a highly expensive black dragon-hide leather jacket and massive, highly lethal black military combat boots. A familiar lock of highly unruly, aristocratic black hair casually peeked out entirely from under the heavy black safety helmet. The massive, polished chrome rearview mirror mounted on the front of the heavy bike shone incredibly brightly, and the custom Muggle license plate proudly, highly illegally bore several prominent, bold letters—
A. Black.
Sirius's grey pupils violently dilated. His mouth hung slightly open, looking completely, utterly, and entirely stunned by the sheer Muggle masculinity of the machine.
Regulus was honestly very much the exact same—the massive roaring motorcycle, the dark helmet, the thick leather jacket… his highly calculating CEO mind completely short-circuited and could honestly absolutely only think of highly primal words like "cool" and "handsome". As for Sirius, his wide, starry eyes practically, physically screamed completely out loud, "Sweet Merlin, I absolutely, violently want one of these!"
The rider smoothly pulled off his heavy helmet—Alphard Black's bright grey eyes looked directly over at his nephews, a massive, incredibly dashing, highly roguish smile completely splitting his handsome face.
This was exactly the adult, highly qualified Wizard Regulus had smoothly, tactically invited to act as a legal chaperone to completely keep an eye on things today—with Uncle Al physically present as an adult, they could absolutely, legally use advanced magic completely freely without the Ministry's Trace triggering.
"Hey there, lads!" Alphard flashed a brilliant set of white teeth, highly casually tossing his heavy helmet directly onto the back of the motorcycle seat entirely with one hand, and aggressively strode over to give his two completely, still-dumbfounded pureblood nephews a massive, highly solid bear hug—
"Siri, Regu! Merry Christmas!"
"Uncle Al! Merry Christmas!"
"Uncle Al… wait... did you seriously, actually just physically ride here on a bloody Muggle motorcycle?!" Sirius asked incredibly, violently excitedly. Regulus honestly had absolutely, completely never seen his older brother look at anything with such highly sparkling, obsessive eyes in his entire life.
"This specific beauty? Of course I did." Alphard shrugged highly casually, a massive, deeply arrogant hint of pureblood nonchalance completely lighting up his smile. "But obviously, I heavily used a highly advanced Silencing Charm on the engine and a massive, sweeping Confundus Charm on the surrounding traffic, completely only removing the magic when I actively got close to the coordinates. This specific Muggle place is actually very nice, completely empty and highly good for speeding."
Alphard casually looked around at the towering white walls—
"So. This massive fortress is actually your Muggle friends' house? Hmm—this property is honestly, physically even vastly grander and massively more secure than the bloody Malfoy manor in Wiltshire."
For some highly unknown, deeply secretive reason, Alphard violently winked exactly at Regulus.
Just then, the massive, heavy wrought-iron front gate completely, flawlessly automatically buzzed open, and two bundled figures violently dashed directly out from the massive front door of the main house, aggressively, happily waving their gloved hands excitedly entirely on the sun-drenched, freezing lawn, exactly like two highly energetic little animals—
It was Jacob and Evie Frye.
They had actually been intensely waiting directly by the high window entirely equipped with military-grade binoculars completely since early morning, highly eagerly anticipating their magical friends' arrival.
Alphard highly confidently walked directly towards the massive courtyard with his two nephews. The highly cool, heavy pure-black motorcycle actually, obediently, highly magically followed them completely automatically without a rider, the highly streamlined, beautiful alchemical runes deeply etched on its metal sides faintly, powerfully glowing—it was clearly, heavily modified with highly advanced spatial magic and animation charms.
"Welcome! Welcome to our home! Merry Christmas!" Evie called out brightly.
"Thank you very much, Merry Christmas to you too!" Regulus smiled warmly.
"Evie, Jacob. This is my highly famous Uncle Al, Alphard Black, whom we completely, very often mention in our letters," Regulus introduced smoothly. "Uncle, these are my brilliant classmates, Evie and Jacob Frye."
Absolutely less than ten seconds exactly after the polite pureblood introductions, Jacob completely abandoned all social decorum and also violently joined Sirius and Regulus, aggressively gathering tightly around Uncle Al's humming magical motorcycle—
"Merlin's beard, it's absolutely so incredibly beautiful! Can I safely touch the metal?!" Jacob's wide eyes practically, physically held a desperate plea.
Al laughed and nodded completely amiably.
"This specific beast is actually a highly modified Triumph, an exclusive Muggle prototype my friend legally got his hands on. I aggressively, highly illegally added some incredibly interesting things to the engine, exactly like a massive, highly complex invisibility array that can actively be triggered directly from a hidden switch on the handlebars," Al introduced the vehicle with massive, undeniable pureblood pride.
"Ah…" Sirius's grey gaze was practically, completely physically glued to the metal bike, entirely full of pure, unadulterated eagerness. "Uncle... can it physically fly?"
"Absolutely not," Al said with a highly amused smile, shaking his head. "But honestly, that is actually an incredibly, mathematically good idea. Maybe you and I can secretly modify the engine block later this summer."
Sirius nodded incredibly, violently seriously. The birth of the flying motorcycle!
"Boys, please, let's absolutely go inside the house first to warm up—my parents have been eagerly waiting for us in the main living room all morning." It was Evie who finally, highly exasperatedly interrupted the three completely mesmerized lads.
"Yeah, they're completely, currently obsessively watching the massive fireplace in the living room," Jacob added, tearing his eyes away from the bike. "They highly specifically said they desperately want to actively see the magical Floo Powder work completely with their own eyes."
Temporarily, highly illegally connecting the Muggle Frye Family's fireplace directly to the highly secure Ministry Floo Network for the day was also absolutely something Regulus had smoothly, politically arranged.
...
Upstairs in the massively spacious, beautifully sun-facing, highly expensive reception room on the second floor, a highly warm, massive fire danced beautifully in the huge marble fireplace, and the freezing air was entirely filled with the incredibly comforting scent of hot tea and freshly baked Muggle goods.
"Welcome warmly to our family home! I am Evie's mother, you absolutely can just call me Cecily, and this tall man is my husband, Ethan—"
As completely soon as they entered the warm living room, the highly elegant, sharp mistress of the Frye Family warmly greeted them. She looked highly, incredibly exactly much like an older Evie. The twins' tall, broad-shouldered father also smiled warmly nearby, completely possessing a highly firm, deeply steady, military-like demeanor, physically looking exactly like a fully grown-up, highly disciplined Jacob.
The mistress's gentle, massive blue eyes smoothly, highly analytically swept exactly over the three pureblood guests, finally resting completely, heavily directly on the incredibly handsome, roguish Sirius, who was currently politely holding the fresh flowers they had been given. Her blue eyes instantly lit up with maternal joy:
"Ah! You absolutely must be the famous Regulus, right? Jacob and Evie talk incredibly, highly often about your brilliance!"
Cecily said with a massive, warm smile towards Sirius.
??
"Mom, absolutely not, that's Regulus!" Evie pulled her mother's elegant sleeve highly helplessly, aggressively pointing exactly at Regulus standing quietly next to Sirius, her tone entirely, highly complaining and embarrassed.
Jacob violently shook his head and secretly, highly mockingly winked exactly at Regulus.
...
After the highly awkward, funny introductions were completely sorted out, absolutely everyone sat highly comfortably on the massive, plush leather sofas and chatted warmly.
Not incredibly long after, a massive, highly violent ball of roaring green flame suddenly erupted directly from the marble fireplace, immediately followed entirely by Severus Snape and Lily Evans, both completely dressed in formal wizard robes, violently coughing on the ash as they carefully stepped out of the green flames. Lily was also actively carrying a massive, heavily bulging magical bag securely on her shoulder.
"Hello! Merry Christmas!" Lily said with a massive, highly bright smile, brushing ash off her robes.
The Muggle Frye couple, actively seeing such a highly impossible, terrifying magical scene completely for the very first time in their lives, had their mouths violently open wide enough to easily fit a massive dragon egg.
Subsequently, Remus, James, and Mary also quickly appeared safely through the roaring Floo Network, and the massive living room rapidly became incredibly, highly lively and crowded.
Fortunately— the massive Frye Family's house was absolutely, undeniably big enough to easily host them all.
A massive group of highly energetic little wizards chattered completely non-stop in the warm living room, while the three adults stood quietly nearby, talking highly politely.
In absolutely less than ten minutes, the highly steady, disciplined Muggle Ethan happily, completely left the warm house entirely with Alphard Black to aggressively test drive Al's roaring magical motorcycle outside on the massive driveway.
"I actually have a few highly expensive, classic sports cars parked in the garage too, you absolutely have to physically see them, Al," Ethan said highly excitedly as they walked out the door. "Have you actually ever seen the highly technical 'James Bond' spy movies?"
Meanwhile, James and Remus highly aggressively looked completely around the massive room—staring intensely at the glowing electric lights, the massive television set, the ringing telephone, and even actively, violently touching the plastic light switches entirely on the walls multiple times to see how they worked—the arrogant pureblood wizards' sheer, unadulterated curiosity about complex Muggle life and technology was absolutely, mathematically no less than the Muggles' massive curiosity about the wizarding life.
"Evie, your massive house is incredibly, undeniably beautiful!" Lily exclaimed in pure admiration, looking at the art on the walls, and Mary nodded completely vigorously beside her. As actual Muggles themselves, they mathematically understood even vastly more exactly the sheer, terrifying wealth and massive grandeur of the Frye Family's estate.
"I'll highly happily show you guys around the property," Evie suggested warmly. "Jacob, do you actively want to come?"
Jacob, however, was currently highly miserably complaining entirely to his Potions senior, Severus, that it honestly wasn't legally fun at all to be stuck at home for the holidays—he absolutely couldn't legally use any magic whatsoever outside of the school wards, and he desperately, deeply wished there were actually adult wizards permanently at his home so the Trace wouldn't matter. His highly sincere, miserable tone even successfully made the usually highly reserved, freezing Severus Snape actively smile in sympathy.
On the exact other side of the massive room, the two highly talented Black brothers were actively, aggressively demonstrating highly advanced Transfiguration entirely for Cecily's amusement. Regulus completely casually took out the chunk of raw graphite he had prepared and flawlessly, completely silently transfigured it directly into a massive, heavy, flawless diamond bracelet. Cecily was completely, profoundly surprised for several long seconds before she hesitantly, happily put it directly on her delicate wrist and highly admired it repeatedly in the bright winter sunlight, her eyes entirely full of massive wonder—
The atmosphere was incredibly, beautifully harmonious.
...
After happily enjoying the highly delicious, premium refreshments provided by the wealthy Frye Family and the magical Honeydukes candies Lily had brought, the master of the house, Ethan, suddenly, highly seriously returned. He aggressively gathered absolutely all the energetic little wizards together in the center of the room with an incredibly serious, highly military expression on his face—
"For the absolute, highly dangerous next activity, you all absolutely, fundamentally must be incredibly, highly careful—"
"I completely, originally highly disagreed with this idea, but I deeply, analytically read Regulus's highly convincing, corporate letter… and I completely think, entirely for us—exactly what you magically call 'Muggles'—regarding our kinetic weapons, if we absolutely, always cowardly avoid completely talking about them to you, it will actually be even vastly more dangerous for your survival in the future."
It was highly manipulative Regulus again— Sirius completely couldn't help but cast a highly knowing, deeply impressed glance exactly at his brilliant younger brother.
Regulus could absolutely, always successfully, politically convince anyone of anything with his flawless corporate words, while the exact same logical words coming entirely from Sirius's own mouth would highly likely only violently offend people and start a bloody fight.
Truly, undeniably a flawless Slytherin.
"Listen to me closely. Next up, this is absolutely not a game or a joke!"
Ethan emphasized highly violently again, his military tone brokering absolutely zero argument from the teenagers.
"Let's absolutely go. I will formally take you all directly down to the private shooting range."