1976, Hogwarts
Pandora knew who he was, she'd heard the rumours and the secrets.
She'd listened to his brother complain, her friends suspect.
But she couldn't work out what it was,
what was so interesting and captivating,
about Regulus Black.
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"Just stay out of mine and Brian's relationship, okay?"
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The library had always been one of my favourite places in hogwarts. Don't get me wrong, I loved the ravenclaw common room, the astronomy tower, the qudditch pitch. But the library was my favourite place of all. I often went later in the day, when the sun was setting and the sky began to grey, and I would almost always be alone. So it was to my surprise when I entered to see a lantern still lit on the table and shuffling coming from back of the room.
It wasn't like it was unusual for others to be in the library as late as me, but most students would be in the main hall eating their dinner or already up in the common room getting ready for bed.
I'd skipped out on both tonight as I wasn't feeling particularly tired, and watching Professor Binns dissect a live brottlepig didn't give me the greatest appetite.
I have no clue how the lesson had anything to do with history of magic, I assume Professor Binns is going a bit mad, what with being holed up in that classroom all day.
I wander down the shelves and shelves of old brown books, looking in search for a specific book. After the incident with Helena last week I wanted to look more into the tiara she gave me. It must of been important, the way she was so rattled. I guide my finger along the book spines, looking over to make sure no one was there to jump out at me or something.
Now focusing more on behind the books instead of on them, I find myself quickening toward the end of the row.
Once I find myself there though, I bump into a chest of someone.
I grab on to the strangers arms to stable myself, before looking up to see the figure standing over me. I was 5'7, so I wasn't particularly short, but whoever this was was way taller.
I look to see;whoever but Regulus Black.
He stares at me, his mouth mixing between a straight face and a smile, before it settles on a straight face.
I back away, straightening my skirt out from wrinkles that had been caused by the bump in.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, but realise how stupid of a question it was. It's a library, he's probably here for the same reason as me, a book.
"What are you doing here?" He fires back in a calm tone.
I roll my eyes and turn around, walking back down the isle of books I just went down.
"Do I get no answer? In case you didn't hear, I asked what your doing here." He calls from behind, being sarcastic.
"Your brother says not to talk to you." I explain plainly, scanning my eyes over the shelf to my left.
