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( April 1979 )
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DUPONT SCOFFED REREADING THE LETTER REGULUS HAD LEFT FOR HER. After four months of letters, meetups, and unexpected kisses with this boy and he still managed to make her stomach flutter with moths.
She tripped going up the stairs, again, but continued putting one foot in front of the other until she finally made it to the astronomy tower. The first time he sent a letter for her to meet him there she believed he was going to push her off the tower seeing as it had been suggested in the early stages of their letters.
When she opened the latch to enter the tower, she only saw the boy of her dreams. His back had been hunched over, a prim cup of tea to his right, and an assortment of stationery items to his left.
"Is that me?" Libillule startled him while looking over his shoulder at the sketchpad on his lap.
"No, it's tea," he quipped while taking his cup and pouring the steamy liquid over the portrait of his love.
"I'm hurt you think of me as tea worthy." She sat down beside him crisscrossed.
Regulus shrugged, "if I can't see your work, you can't see mine."
"Ah, but your muse should be able to see what she is musing," she jested trying to make out the shapes that were now a muddled mess of chamomile and charcoal. He watched her with adoring eyes while she squinted her eyes at his work. How was it that just eight months ago, he was wishing for her to forget about him?
In all honesty, a part of him was beginning to wish she would have ceased her letters at the start with the threats of their lives arising. Regulus managed to keep her away from his life outside of school, never to meet his family, never to know where he would go on certain weekends, never to know the things he had to do at home, but his time was running out soon.
The Dark Lord was tightening a noose around his neck as every day passed and he had slightly more knowledge of certain things than the maniacal doer did. But if Libillule figured out what he had done in a month prior to earning the stinging tattoo on his wrist, that would be far worse than anything Voldemort could ever inflict upon him.
"What are you thinking about?" She ran a hand through his silky curls. He could just tell her then. Stare right into those magnified eyes of hers and break her heart before any real damage could be done.
But as Regulus opened his mouth to speak his truths, he lied. He selfishly wanted to keep her within grasp for as long as he could. "You," he said, hoping she would take the white lie and shove it down her esophagus.
She nodded. "Understandable, I am perfect to keep one's mind from any other subjects." Dupont lay on her back. Black came down right after her as the night sky kissed their cheeks.
"You've captivated my mind," he placed a gentle yet guilty kiss to her cheek.
"And you've captivated mine."
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