occasus [regulus black]

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢.

The whole school seemed to be mourning Nesrins death. They held a memorial ceremony in the Great Hall, but nothing anyone could've said was able to soothe the pain they felt. The Vanishing Cabinet got destroyed but it didn't give anyone satisfaction, the damage was already done. Sirius didn't leave his dorm for a week. James, Remus and Peter brought him food alternating, which he rarely touched. He was pained with memories of him and Nesrin. Even though thinking of her hurt him, he couldn't stop. Reliving the memories gave him the illusion of spending more time with her.

"You can't stay in here forever."

Remus said in a low voice giving him a worried look. He had lost plenty of weight and his usually healthy hair was matted and greasy.

"How's Lily?"

"She's still not speaking. James is starting to worry."

Ever since Lily had seen Nesrins dead body she
remained silent. James tried everything to make her speak, but she just wouldn't. Her mind just wouldn't let her think about anything else besides the death of her friend.

"I've already forgot Nesrins voice. How could I forget?"

Sirius voice broke and silent tears ran down his cheeks again. Remus sat down next to him, the mattress shifting under the weight of the two. Carefully he pulled his friend in a hug.

The only one who seemed to have already worked their way through the grief was Estelle. No one had seen her cry or miss a single lesson, even though it got offered to her multiple times. She even went to the Room of Requirements to meet Regulus.

He was waiting for her, even though he was almost sure that she wouldn't want to see him. So he turned around very confused when he felt her presence.

"You came back."

"Yes."

She looked at him interested and realized once again how tired he looked. This reminded her of her own sleeping problems and she didn't even want to know how tired she must look. Since Nesrin died she couldn't close her eyes without having nightmares. The guilt she felt was eating her alive. She couldn't help but think about what could've been if she realized the meaning of the visions earlier.

"I didn't expect you to come."

He watched her reaction carefully and stepped a bit closer. Getting a closer look at her made him realize, that he had the wrong impression of thinking that she looked quite good for having just lost her best and only friend. Her eyes were dull and had deep shadows beneath them. Her left hand was constantly spasming and her lower lip had a bit of dried blood on it, from her constantly chewing on it.

"Your Cruciatus curse was beyond powerful. This makes me wonder how it can be that you can hardly perform any other spell."

"I was angry."

He scoffed and stepped closer. "Then why don't you use that anger every time?"

"That's none of your business."

"I can't help you if you don't let me."

"I don't know how! Alright."

"I won't go back into your head against your will. But if you learn to control your emotions your chances of winning a fight will increase drastically."

"You'll only see what I want you to."

"That's not how it works."

"I'll have control."

"Alright. You tell me when to stop."

With a flick of his wand he conjured two chairs and they both sat down opposite of each other. His hand reached out towards her and moved her face so that she was forced to look into his eyes. It was much more gentle than the last time. He slid past her mind barrier with ease. It was different from when he had dipped into her mind last time, he was being more careful and cautious.