black coffee | remus lupin [2]

3. fires & intruders

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BACK AT NUMBER 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus and Claudia were far more busy than one would think they were. They did, after all, have more than enough money to survive, so work wasn't exactly something they even thought about, which then meant that they spent their days doing other things. Yet, they didn't seem to find themselves in states of boredom as much as they thought they would.

Claudia would spend her days reading, writing, going to boring tea parties and such, and of course just doing whatever she could to distract herself from thinking about a certain boy.

Regulus would spend his days playing piano, going to his secret meetings and attending to his secret missions. But, he had also found himself determined to attain other skills alongside his new wife, which is exactly what they were up to as a poor little owl slammed against the window of the drawing room.

Since Regulus was in the middle of one of his lessons during which he tried to teach Claudia Occlumency, which was a form of magic that closed one's mind against Legilimency, he was rather annoyed by the sudden noise since he knew Claudia was going to lose her state of focus immediately.

Which was exactly what she did.

"Merlin, I hope it's okay," she said quickly, standing up and rushing towards the window. "That was quite the crash."

"Yeah, it was," Regulus nodded as Claudia opened the window and the familiar little owl that usually wouldn't face such injuries during its journeys practically hopped inside. "What is it?"

"A letter," Claudia replied in a quiet tone. "It's from him."

"Lupin?"

"Yeah," she nodded, feeding the owl some treats after placing the letter on the table next to her.

"When was the last time you read one of them, again?"

"A few months ago."

"Why did you stop?"

She sighed, "It was too hard. After I went to Diagon Alley I just knew I needed to try even harder to stay away from him, you know. I just couldn't keep reading them."

"But you've kept them?"

She ignored his question as she sent the owl off again with a small little smile, and then she glanced at the letter on the table before catching a glimpse of the copy of the Daily Prophet that was laying there right next to it.