THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹TWELVE✹

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✹ It's the way you

look at him,

I think.

I can see it

in your eyes✹

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"Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
And all combined, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage.
When and where and how
We met, we wooed and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray:
That thou consent to marry us today."

Regulus read softly, a faint smile on his lips as James' head fell to his shoulder in the darkness. It was around 10pm on Thursday night, and both boys were sat at the top of the Astronomy tower, reading with only the moon for light.

"I've read this thousands of times over and I still can't fathom the idea of getting married to a 13 year old girl that I've only known for 12 hours." James interrupted suddenly. Regulus quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head down slightly to see the other boy's face, but all that could been seen was the soft curls of James' hair as his face snuggled into Reg's neck.

"It is rather odd. But muggles only lived to about 40 or 50 back then due to illnesses and wars, they had to spend their lives fully, I suppose." James hummed in agreement, his warm breath making Regulus shiver.

"Are you cold?" He shivered again when James' lips skimmed over his neck as the older boy raised his head.

"No, no I'm just fine. You?" James shook his head in response before replacing his head back into the crease of Regulus' neck as he began to read once again.

Having James in such close proximity with Regulus was much more painful than he had expected it to be. He liked James, that was blatantly obvious now. He wanted to tell James just how much he liked him, but he couldn't. The idea of being turned down by one of the most popular, handsome guys at Hogwarts was utterly petrifying. What if he told someone? And then that someone told someone? And then that someone that told that someone told someone? It wouldn't be long before the whole school knew and the only option left would be to throw himself off of the very tower he sat upon right then.

Okay, maybe that was slightly over dramatic, but the poor boy had been planning that out for a while so give him some credit.

***

"Ok, Mr. Where were you last night? You can barely keep your eyes open." Bailey asked, filling her plate with an array of foods for her lunch.

"I don't believe that that's any of your business, Miss." She rolled her eyes, before smacking him lightly around the head as he let out another yawn. "Ouch! Urgh, fine. I was with a friend."

"A friend? Who?" Humphrey asked, taking a bite of his baguette.

"As I said, it's none of your guys' business."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure you said, 'I don't believe that that's any of your business, Miss' not 'It's none of your gu-" Humph explained, stopping mid sentence after receiving glares from both Regulus and Bailey.

"Stop changing the subject. Who?" Regulus shook his head, arising slowly from his seat. He was still hungry. Extremely hungry, if he was completely honest. But he wasn't ready for this conversation, not just yet anyways. It's not that he didn't think they would support him, of course they would, but- well there wasn't really a reason why, he just couldn't do it.