Jondrette Girl | Regulus A. Black [2] ( ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty

A couple of days after Éponine's confrontation with Sirius in Hogsmeade, Regulus was beginning to think that she was avoiding him on purpose. He wasn't sure what had been said between the two, but she wouldn't even bring herself to look him in the eye anymore. Not to mention, whenever Regulus attempted to talk to her outside of classes, Éponine came up with some excuse that she had something to tend to.

He knew things had not gone as Éponine hoped, judging by the fact that Sirius didn't accompany her to The Three Broomsticks. However, he also knew Sirius must have said something that was lingering in Éponine's thoughts. Just the day before the trip to Hogsmeade, she had kissed him with such passion, and the morning before they attended Hogsmeade, she told Regulus that she loved him. It was like none of it happened and they were complete strangers again.

Already he regretted allowing Éponine to talk to Sirius first when he should have been the one to reach out to his brother initially. Even if a letter didn't seem like the most personal thing, at least it was coming from him, and not from another mouth. Perhaps Sirius wasn't willing to listen to Éponine because he didn't trust Regulus' intentions. Which, deep down, Regulus deemed fair, he didn't exactly have the best track record.

But he couldn't help but feel disappointed, he had finally done what Sirius had asked him to do, and Sirius was telling him that it was too late.

Things were piling on top of each over and Regulus was feeling overwhelmed by far. To add onto an already messy situation, the first Quidditch Match was coming up with Slytherin vs Ravenclaw and Slytherin didn't even have a team. After Emmett Travers was removed from his position, he took his team with him, leaving only Regulus and Gian.

All he was asking for was one good thing to come out of all the chaos and unsure of what else he could do, Regulus decided to write a letter to his brother.

Dear Sirius,

I should have written this letter to you sooner, but I wasn't sure what I was going to say. We haven't spoken to each other in years and that's entirely my fault. I guess I should start off by saying that you were right. You tried to warn me when we were younger, but I didn't believe you. I think I was so set on being the perfect son for Mother and Father, I allowed it all to get to my head. I didn't want to bring shame to the family name, and now I realise what Toujours Pur really is.

Éponine meant well, trying to soften the blow of this entire situation, but I should have come to you first. I realise this looks bad on my behalf, and rather sudden, but just know the feelings of doubt did not occur overnight and they weren't just Éponine's doing. For years, I've tried to wrap my head around the idea of why you left home. I tried to see it from your perspective, but I was too afraid to humour such ideas. Afraid of the consequences that would follow, afraid that I wouldn't fit into a world outside the one that our families created for us.

I was wrong and I don't know how to put it in any other way. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, and I'm not asking for your help. I'll try to figure this out on my own if I have to. If the chance you've given me in the past has long sailed, I will come up with something. What I do ask is that you don't allow this to come between you and Éponine.