Apr 25, 2020
Date: June 22nd, 1977 Time: mid-morning Open to: everyone
The park was small but quiet and the sun was warm, so Regulus sat on a bench beneath a tree with a new book. It was frivolous fare, about a Quidditch player who helped solved mysteries while wooing whichever witch was in charge of investigating the crime. His father wouldn’t approve, of course, as that sort of drivel wasn’t tolerated and he was to read only cultured literature, but it was the fifth book in the series and he hadn’t been discovered yet. He smiled as he sipped a muggle concoction called an Arnold Palmer that a halfblood witch had introduced him to, until a shadow moved into his light. Reg looked up. “May I help you?” he asked.
