Mortal Once More... ☽ Regulus Black ☾

☽ SIXTEEN ☾

Mara's POV

I was at a constant war in my mind nowadays. Sometimes I believe I can do this, be a loyal death eater, put up with Regulus for the rest of my days and make my parents proud. Other days I was halfway packed and ready to run to the farthest edge of this planet and disappear from anyone or anything. I hear Mexico is nice, maybe I could live out my days there.

But I was in over my head.

I'd have no money, no friends or family to run to, nowhere to stay and I had no idea how the muffle world worked. Sure, we got taught in muggle studies but that's far from the actual reality.

If I ran away, how would I even know where to find other wizards around the world. My only choice was to stay here and put up with it.

There was an order fighting against Voldemort and the death eaters and although that included myself and everyone I knew, I hoped deep down that they succeed one day. I haven't committed an actual crime as of yet, so I would be spared a lifetime in Azkaban if I were given a fair trial.

I was sat in class, doodling across my parchment as Professor McGonagall droned on about on about turning fairy cakes into fairies, when I felt a pair of eyes burning into me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and shook the feeling from my head. I was being paranoid. Lately I felt like everyone was staring at me since the Daily Prophet was determined to write about every slither of detail about the death eaters they could find. Everyone was wondering if what they wrote had to be true, that my family were apart of it.

But every death eater was wondering which one of us had become a traitor and fed the writers our information.

But the feeling hadn't subsided, someone was watching me... very closely.

Curiosity killed the cat and surely it would probably kill me too soon. So without a second thought I turned my head slightly and surveyed the rest of the room, each set of eyes zoned in on McGonagall except one pair.

The grey stormy sea that was always present in his eyes were set on me, he had been watching me the entirety of this lesson.

I'd avoided Regulus for a few days as much as I could of, after our little spat. I was trying to gather the courage to either face my demons or run from them, but here I still am.

Facing my demons.

His gaze didn't deter once my eyes locked on his, he didn't falter or turn his attention back to our professor. He sat quietest watching me, with his elbow on the desk and his hand holding his slouched head upright.

I stared back for a minute, a breath hitching in my throat. He didn't seem annoyed, depressed or anything really. Just watching me with the blankest expression I've ever seen him have.

'What?' I mouthed in annoyance.

I couldn't focus on anything with him staring at me like that, as if he was attempting to read my deepest desires from just my face.

By now I'd of assumed he would actually try to use Legillimency on me but I hadn't felt like someone was trying to enter my mind. If he was smart enough he would know I'm well versed in Occlumency, anyways.

He removed his hand from his chin and sat upright, giving me an unbothered shrug.

I rolled my eyes and slouched back in my chair letting out an annoyed huff. I'd never get anything out of that boy other than a bloody argument. How was I supposed to marry that.

But before I could grab my quill to carry on doodling, a ball of parchment was thrown right under my outstretched arm.

I looked down with my eyebrows knit together in confusion. Looking back to where Regulus sat he now had his attention back on his parchment, copying notes down on a fresh sheet.