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( January 1979 )
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ALL OF SATURDAY MORNING, LIBILLULE HAD BEEN SKIPPING, HUMMING, AND GRINNING EAR TO EAR AS SHE WOULD SOON BE GOING ON A DATE WITH THE BOY OF HER DREAMS. She had no clue how her asking him out had worked. It was a miracle. Seriously, how did she do it?
But now, she was skipping her merry way to the grand entrance of Hogwarts to wait for Regulus. They briefly mentioned meeting there to avoid missing each other, well it was more so Libillule planning it and Regulus nodding saying a one-worded reply, but it was still in agreement to meet there.
So with her bright yellow scarf wrapped around her neck, Libillule waited. Surely Regulus could've been running late. But he was a very punctual boy, never getting to any of his classes late. No, this was just her nerves getting to her. She had arrived slightly early due to her rushing to get ready because of her excitement. Regulus wouldn't stand her up.
And he didn't. Only a few minutes had passed after her arrival, though they felt like decades, but Black had finally gotten to their meet spot. He too wore a scarf around his neck, but instead of it being Hufflepuff yellow or Slytherin green, it was black.
"Took you long enough," she sighed standing to her feet.
He rolled his eyes, "I'm not even late. You were just early."
"You mustn't keep a lady waiting. Reg, it's gentleman's one-oh-one," she preached while he neared her.
"And who says I'm a gentleman?"
"I do," She grasped his hand in hers and began tugging him along so he could keep in step with her. "Now let's go!"
