Style // Sirius Black

Chapter VII

'Your hair is that of golden rain

Your eyes look like the green grass of a field

You looked beautiful today

I'll see you at the party

- Secret Admirer'

'Lyra

You at the Quidditch tryouts was a sight to behold. That should tell you my house

Seeing your eyes meet mine was a moment I'll never forget

Whenever I see you, though I may not show it, my day gets better

- Secret Admirer'

'You're a hard one to figure out, Lyra.

Whenever I feel as though I'm getting closer, you flee

Who was it that hurt you?

See you at the party, Ringmaster.

Keep an eye out for the one with the mask.

Secret Admirer'

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"Regulus Black?" After Lyra had escaped from Pierre's grasp and Sirius glare, Lily hollered, collecting her best friends back into their dorm.

"Have you gone mad, Lyra?" Dorcas scolded, "I get the appeal, but he's bad news. Haven't you heard what people say about him?"

"Bit of a low blow at Sirius, don't ya think?" Marlene added, tilting her head as she observed the way Lyra frantically searched through her bedside table.

Most of their remarks fell on deaf ears as the blonde poured through the wooden table. If what she was thinking was right, everything pointed to Regulus being the secret admirer sending her cryptic letters. But she had to be sure before she did anything rash. Everything could be a happy coincidence, but if the younger Potter twin knew anything about Slytherins, it was their love to be cunning and sly. He wanted to dupe her into thinking it was someone in her own house with the Quidditch comment, but everything else pointed to it being the one and only Regulus Black.

"She's not even listening to us," Mary sighed, picking up a pillow and throwing it at Lyra, who merely let it hit her back and moved on, "Godric...."

"What if Regulus was at the Quidditch tryouts," Lyra exclaimed pointedly, throwing all of the letters down onto her bed, "What if he was at the first party too? Everywhere I go, he's there. Sneaking around out front of the Common Room, waiting for his chance to sneak in and plant the letters."

"Lyra, I don't think-" Lily piped up, walking forward to look at the letters, only to furrow her eyebrows, "Wait a second...."

"He said he'd see me at the party. His wording is precise. It wouldn't be that I saw him," Lyra reasoned, "Whenever I see him, he's staring at me already. He's seeing me. And then he said he'd be wearing a mask tonight. Regulus was in a mask."

The other three girls didn't seem as convinced as Lyra, and Lily just seemed confused. It may be a stretch, and Lyra may be grasping at straws, but everything made sense to her, whether it be the letters or how he spoke with her. Everything in her mind was pointing to Regulus Black. Maybe he had captivated her with his words or put some sort of Dark Arts spell on her, but Lyra had this aching gut feeling that it was him.