𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

Song:
Video Games (Lana Del Rey)
"He holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars, this is all I think of..."

"Stay." Callisto pleaded, watching as Regulus and Narcissa started packing their bags.

They had spent one of the best weeks Callisto could ever think of, the muggle camera she had bought with Narcissa being filled with photos the blonde had taken every time she saw something mildly interesting. Callisto had managed to get Remus off her mind for a bit, barely even seeing him out of the house, his curtains always drawn shut. She dreaded to think of what the rest of the holidays would hold for her, with her parents nagging her for her forgiveness and Remus avoiding her like the plague again.

She was scared for Regulus and Narcissa. A lot of things could happen in a week and she didn't want them to return back to Hogwarts with their spirits completely broken. She had stayed up the previous evening, begging Narcissa to take Regulus and leave, only to receive the same stern 'no' that could shut anyone up.

"What?"

"You should stay here for the rest of the holidays." Callisto said, her gaze averting between the two. "We'll have fun."

"We can't, Callie." Narcissa sadly replied, fully understanding why Callisto wanted them to stay. "We'll see you in school though."

"Don't get all emotional with us, Kaliko." Regulus smiled sadly, pushing the "Regina White" sweatshirt deep in his bag. "You won't be that bored."

"It's not a matter of boredom."

"Yes, it's a matter of wanting to jump your neighbor's bones and needing some type of distraction from it."

"It's not a matter of that either." Callisto insisted, looking at the tattoo on her wrist sadly. Regulus had covered his up, and Narcissa had done the same thing, albeit a bit reluctantly. If their parents found out they had been dabbling with muggle arts, Callisto was pretty sure they'd throw the biggest tantrums ever. The few scars on Regulus' back suggested that it wouldn't be a harmless yelling session either.

"We need to go, Callie." Narcissa muttered, looking at her watch. "We'll owl you though."

"Promise?"

"Of course."

Narcissa watched as Callisto hugged Regulus tightly, the boy looking completely taken aback by all the sudden gestures of affection. It had been like that the entire past week, with Callisto bursting into emotional rants out of the blue. Narcissa understood why this all kept happening of course. Callisto knew that Regulus was heading right into the lion's den for lack of better words, and nothing she could have ever said would make him change his mind. Narcissa only hoped that whatever he had heard them talking about in the death eater meetings was going to be worth it.