#i: regulus

[thurkell-lyra]

@theblacktapestry

​Deixa eu adivinhar um pergaminho enorme te intimando a ir ao grande evento da temporada? Nos livramos até mesmo das aulas finais?

Recebi um desses também, mas aposto que o seu não vinha com o recado de “não pareça tão doente”.

[thurkell-lyra]

@theblacktapestry​

Primeira pagina, estou impressionada. Não estão sendo poupados esforços, apesar de que não vejo nem você ou a Libby estourando champagne.

[statelies]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     /     @regvlusss​

      REGULUS BLACK HAD NEVER BEEN A FRIEND TO EMMELINE - merely a passing figure, someone they’d wander past when working away in the greenhouse’s for extra credit, someone they thought was good - good with plants, smart, even though they tended to ramble aloud to the mandrakes when they were being re-potted. regulus had natural talent, though it had been well over a year since they’d been able to walk near their space without worrying about being accosted for, well, being a muggleborn. still, em felt somewhat as though they could have - and could, now - done, do, more - could have said something, guided them somewhere other than the path their family was, and still is, tugging them down. 

still, the hufflepuff felt a degree of guilt they knew would never fully alleviate when they saw the younger slytherin, despite having no real responsibility towards them whatsoever. the sight of regulus in the prefects cabin on the train hadn’t been a surprise, but their pairing together on the fourth night back certainly was. “ black. looks like we’re on duty together tonight. ” the hufflepuff spoke as they dropped down into the seat next to them in the library, ignoring the way madam pince glanced around with a pinched expression on her face.