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( January 1979 )
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LIBILLULE HADN'T LET GO OF REGULUS' HAND AS THEY WALKED TO HOGSMEADE TOGETHER. She didn't notice at all, almost like holding his hand was nothing out of the ordinary.
But Regulus did notice. It was difficult not to when he felt like moths were fluttering in his digestive system. His eyes constantly went to their hands during the short walk, their fingers were intertwined and he could see the chipped nail polish she had applied to herself after their Black Lake event. He had the hands of a painter like there should be ink stains splattered on them after painting his love. And she had the hands of a designer, perfect for pining fabrics of all sorts together to make masterpieces while having bandages from not protecting her fingers from needles. Both hands of artists in their own ways.
"Where do you want to go first?" Libillule asked up to Regulus as they entered the general area of the dozens of shops and restaurants.
Regulus shrugged, "you're the one who brought me here."
"Yes, but you agreed to go with me so you're also obligated to contribute to our choices."
"That's fair." She nodded agreeing knowing she was right. "What about..." Regulus trailed off with his eyes darting every which way. "Three Broomsticks?" Black turned to her seeking approval for his choice but he had already been tugged into the direction of the restaurant. Was there a handbook for understanding Libillule? If so, someone please give it to Regulus.
