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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LIQUID LUCK AND LESSONS ON LOVE, Grace's PoV ———
"Sorry sorry," I mumbled, quickly rushing into the common room to see Regulus already sat and prepared. Feeling flustered and apologetic over being merely four minutes late.
"You're not late." He said plainly, dropping his pen from what I could see were doodles and turning the page to a plain side.
I sat down next to him, our shoulders brushing against each other at the close proximity.
"Sorry," I apologised again and scooted the chair further away, a grating scraping sound with each move.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Like nails on a chalkboard.
Scrape.
One more for good measure.
Regulus didn't react, other than itching the back of his neck and pulling out his potions book seemingly unbothered.
"I was stuck behind some first years," I explained, breaking a smile and getting settled. "Long line of them, I got here as quick as I could."
"You weren't late." He almost repeated.
"Well, I know how much you appreciate punctuality and I appreciate you fitting in this session, so." I said with a shrug, followed by rolling up my sleeves to cool down from the speed walk to the common rooms.
"When have I said that?" He simply replied, a curiosity in his expression that almost suggested amusement.
I suppose he was right, he had never explicitly said he appreciated punctuality. I had simply assumed due to his own ability to always be annoyingly on time, that this was his expectation of me as his tutoring student.
Throughout the years I had never observed Regulus be late to not even one lesson, even in first year. Not that I could remember anyway. Every planned Hogwarts festive meal, every Hogwarts event, he'd never be late.
Regulus either would be there as if he were part of the furniture, or not show up at all.
I cleared my throat.
"Anyway, where do we start?" I asked.
Regulus leant over and opened my potions book for me, something that caused me to frown at the sudden comfortability of closeness, and circled with his expensive fountain pen: Felix Felicis.
