SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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THE SPIRIT OF LAVENDER, ———
I had tried to sleep, but had only slept for about an hour the entire night.
The nightmares were persisting and now I was struggling to stay or get to sleep entirely. There was an energy within my body that felt entirely too anxiously fuelled by adrenaline that it wouldn't shut down.
Yet, I still felt absolutely exhausted.
I waiting up in bed until five in the morning. It was still dark outside due to the winter morning, but I couldn't wait around in bed any longer. I needed something else to do than twiddle my thumbs and try but fail to read.
I had to go see Madam Pomfrey. Surely she had a remedy that would help me with this restlessness.
I doubled up on my socks today. The cold stone floor feeling like wet ground beneath me. I got dressed in half of my school uniform, not wanting to yet part with my thick pyjama bottoms (and not seeing a reason to just yet) and started to creep out of the dorm room to not disturb my roommates snoring soundly.
The sound of my padded feet pattered down the staircase and into the common room. It was empty and dimly lit, at least I thought it was until I heard soft breathing the closer I got to the main sofa area.
I slowed down, not wanting to disturb whoever it was who was up as early as I was; only to see Regulus Black passed out on one of the sofas.
He was still in his sunday clothes, a light blanket only wrapped messily over one side of his body as if it were pathetically pulled over him and a book lightly gripped in his hand that was hanging off of the sofa. The book was closed with the exception of one of his fingers still holding a page, despite his unconsciousness.
I could read the cover,
Hamlet. William Shakespeare.
I seemingly had frozen in my spot.
Where did he get a Muggle book from around here? There wasn't anything like Shakespeare in the library or the hogsmeade bookshop.
I scanned over his sleeping body. Almost curled up on himself if it wasn't for the one leg and arm threatening to roll him off of the sofa and out of the blanket.
He looked tired.
His dark under eyes more noticeable when his eyes were actually closed. His eye sockets seeming more sunken in and grey.
I wondered whether he chose to sleep on the sofa, and just accidentally didn't wake up or if he had passed out reading entirely.
That's when he moved and like that a switch in my mind told me to stop staring and move on.
The sound of a clicking clock in the distance suddenly could be heard above his soft sleep breathing, that my brain had drowned out before.
I continued to creep out of the common room and over to the hospital wing.
