THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹THIRTY FOUR✹

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✹ Reg hadn't felt that type of 

happiness since then, 

and oh, how he missed that feeling 

of warmth and excitement 

in his chest ✹

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Dear Reggie...

Well, what a long fucking day. Regulus sighed in relief as his back finally met the warm comfort of his bed sheets. Weren't Sundays supposed to be 'resting days'? Not 'Homework and studying in the library for hours' days. He'd spent more time in the library the past few days than he had anywhere else in the school. He didn't exactly have any reason to be studying, O.W.Ls weren't until June, but he just....needed to busy himself.

When he wasn't doing anything, when he wasn't concentrated on something, his mind was free. He could think clearly, and that wasn't always the best thing. Thoughts could be cruel, damaging even. They press viciously through your head, forcing you to listen to them, to obey them, to worry about them, even to cry about them. 

James hates you.

No, he loves me.

What the fuck? No he doesn't! Your study session yesterday was in silence with cold glares exchanged every few minutes.

Yes he does, remember what he said on the date!

It was all a lie, he hates you.

Yeah, he hates me.

Angry and confused, Regulus reached out to his bedside table, picking up the letter of which had been delivered to him that morning at breakfast. He had only read the first line, but that was more than enough to know who it was from, and he wasn't prepared to read a letter by him in the middle of the Great Hall with hundreds of witnesses.

He slipped the parchment out of the envelope and took a deep breath before unfolding it and flattening it out so that it was easier to read.

Dear Reggie,

Heyyyyyyy, babyyy. I'm sorry that I was mean to you. I didn't meen to hurt you, Reggie. You meen so much to me and I just don't want to hert you, I guess I did anyway though, huh? I'm so horrible. I hate myself, you know? I'm so bad. And yor so good. Nice, hapy, pretty Reggie.

I love you, Reggie. That's what I should have said that night but I'm a bit dumm arnt I? Fuk, I'm so drunk, Reggie. Okay, I'm going to go now, Moody Moony is coming (ooo that sounds funkyyyyyy).

night, night, Reggie.

From your fav person evrrrr, James Potter.

A drunk letter? That's what he had been worrying about all day? Oh, how sentimental, a lovely drunk apology letter, lovely.

None of that letter was true, it was just a bunch of rubbish that James had thought would be funny while he was wasted. He shouldn't listen to anything in that letter.