speak now | regulus black

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like real people do – hozier

"i will not ask you where you came from

i would not ask and neither would you."

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Sofia shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Her butt was starting to hurt from sitting for almost two hours straight. She rolled her shoulders and looked up at the ceiling, it was too dark to see any of the details on it very closely but she tried anyway. She just didn't want to look at the ballerinas.

She used to love coming to the ballet when she was younger. But now ballet was an activity that Sofia could only relate to her father, which meant she wanted nothing to do with it. She knew her mother and sister wished Sofia still enjoyed it as much as they did, and sometimes Sofia wished it too. She even thought she missed it sometimes. But even looking at pointé shoes made her get flashbacks to a happier time when Dad was still around and left her feeling with a sour taste in her mouth.

Which was a complicated situation since Natasha and their mother were still very much involved in ballet. Hence them being here right now.

"Is it almost over?" Sofia knew Natasha would get pissed off about this question, but Sofia genuinely wanted to know when her torture would end.

Natasha shushed her. "The Mouse King just showed up, what do you think?"

Oh, she was clever. Sofia continued to sulk in her seat. She did vaguely remember the plot of the Nutcracker, not nearly enough to know what that meant though. She closed her eyes. She'd be lying if she said she didn't still enjoy the music, Tchaikovsky had kind of gone off with that one. But she seriously needed to give her butt a rest from its confinement.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Sofia whispered to Natasha.

Natasha managed to tear her eyes away from the stage to glare at her sister.

Sofia ducked out of the hall as stealthily as she could. There was no one in the hallway, and Sofia leisurely strolled right through it and even went to the actual bathroom so she couldn't be called a liar.

A few more minutes passed, Sofia leaned against the wall. She had just started considering going back inside when footsteps approached and she spotted the absolute last person she would expect to see at the fucking Royal Opera House.

Sofia and Regulus stared at each other for a solid thirty seconds, both clearly trying to process the fact that they were seeing the other.

Sofia gaped at him. "What– what are you doing here?"

He recovered and his stoic mask was back on. "I should be asking you that."

"Hey, this is Muggle London, it's my turf. You're the odd one out here, bud."

He let out a small sigh that clearly indicated she was in the right. "My uncle likes... whatever this is. He forced me to come with him."

"Your uncle?"

"Alphard."

Sofia nodded, slightly surprised. "And does good old Walburga approve of you hanging out with someone she just recently blasted off the family tapestry?"

Regulus glowered at her. "I don't know, because she'll never find out about it."

Sofia smiled, amused. "Oooh, going behind Mummy's back, are you?"