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( January 1980 )
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THE WEEK AFTER RECEIVING HER LATE LETTER FROM REGULUS, LIBILLULE SET OUT FOR THE HOUSE OF BLACK. Of course, she was a nervous wreck having not ever met his family and them being blood supremacists, but Sirius had told her they were holding something in their manor for him. And so she went.
In a share of letters between Sirius, he had told her to go as only a classmate and nothing more. The family wouldn't question her involvement in his life if she were only someone who faintly knew their son.
"How did you know him?" a voice beckoned from behind Libillule. A startled jump fell across her figure as she quickly turned to the voice. There was a woman, dressed in black like Dupont, high cheekbones, most likely a Black inheritance, but her hair was the fairest of blondes, completely contrasting the color of the hair that sprouted from Regulus' scalp.
"Just a classmate," she lied.
The woman nodded as Libillule turned her attention back to the elegant portrait ahead of her.
The woman clicked her heels up until she stood right beside Libillule. "Just a classmate?" She looked pointedly at the younger girl as if she were reading her mind to know every single detail about how the girl could be connected.
Dupont looked away from the painting and down at the black platforms on her feet. "Perhaps more."
"Perhaps?" the woman pried.
"Definitely more."
"So you're the girl he painted." Libillule looked up at the older blonde woman confusedly. "I mean, I assumed he just painted the piece with someone in mind, but he never budged about it."
"Painting? What painting?"
The woman looked around their surroundings for anyone who could possibly interfere with them. "Come with me."
