my dearest darling | rab.

that was a lot easier than expected.

— that was a lot easier than expected.
31 october 1977

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"I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now." Callisto states and rolls her eyes at him.

"Why's that?" He sounds offended.

"Why's that? Because you're a moody bitch Black. One minute you're nice and the next you're a big asshole. I don't want you to ruin this evening for me." Callisto hisses at him, turning her back at him.

The common room is full of drunk Slytherins celebrating their first win of the season and Halloween. No one has time to spare Callisto and Regulus even one look. Everyone is too focused on themselves, dancing on the tables and drinking shots or beer.

"I..." It seems like he's at loss for words. "I definitely don't want to ruin your evening. I can be nice..." Regulus murmurs and places his hand on Callisto's shoulder to turn her around. "I promise."

Before Callisto is able to answer his weirdly nice statement, Rosier comes back with a handful of drinks. "Shots, shots, shots." He screams happily, wiggling with his head to the beat of the music. When he makes notice of his best friend, his expression gets even more excited and he starts to jump up and down again, spilling alcohol on his T-shirt.

"Regggiieeee!! Drink with us." He exclaims cheerfully and presses a glass into Black's hand.

Callisto wanted to protest, but seeing Rosier this happy, she stops herself. She should be able to deal with Black for at least one evening. It should be easy, since he's more than just drunk already.

Ignoring their latest argument at the lake, she takes the other glass out of Rosier's hand.

"A toast to Callisto." Evan raises his glass. "Our best seeker!"

"Hey!" Regulus interrupts his best mate, offended. "You know that I'm still here."

"Right...a toast to Callisto, our greatest seeker of all time." Rosier smiles teasingly at Regulus, who sticks out his tongue like a stubborn child. They swallow down their shot and before Callisto can say something, Rosier turns around to get them new ones.

"Looks like you've got a new competitive here." Callisto grins at Black. She can feel the alcohol warm and soothing at the back of her throat. She's never been good at handling it.

Regulus stares at her, licking his lips before leaning down to whisper in Callisto's ear. "You're no competition darling. I'd make you weak within a second, believe me."

When he backs up again, he's smiling at her nicely as if he didn't just drop the most ambiguous comment ever. Is he still talking about quidditch?

Callisto swallows hard, trying to keep her knees steady. She can't let him see the effect he has on her drunk-self. She should show him, that she can play this game as well.

It's definitely the alcohol that's suddenly speaking for her, when she's leaning forward, pulling him towards her. "You sure you can handle me?" Her lips brush his ear, when she takes a step back.

Regulus stares at her dumbfounded, for at least a minute, before he nervously scratches the back of his head. His curly hair is messy, falling in his face that is slightly redder than before. His addams apple bobs as he's swallowing hard and Callisto can only hear a quiet "excuse me" before Regulus turns around to leave. He's slowly disappearing in the crowd of Slytherins, when Callisto raises her brows. Did she just cross a line?

She shouldn't walk after him. Definitely not. And Callisto knows it. But her body automatically starts moving and suddenly she's blindly following Regulus Black wherever he's going.

Curiosity took a hold of her.

She pushes herself through the crowd, trying to keep up with Regulus. He's fast and she starts to realize where he's going. He's leaving this mess of drunk people. Leaving to probably get a break from everyone. To get a break from Callisto. He's going out in the empty corridor.

When Callisto steps out of the entrance door of their common room, it's quiet. She can still hear the music of the party from inside but it's dimmed.

Regulus is leaning against a wall in front of her. His back is turned to her and he doesn't seem to notice that she has followed him outside.

Callisto can hear him breathing hard.

"You know I was just joking, right? No need to be mad." Callisto approaches from behind.

Black jerks around, his eyes wide and open. "Don't fucking scare me like that McAdams."

"What's wrong with you?" Callisto raises her brows again. "Why did you leave?" She walks up to him.

"I think that's none of your business, right?" A smile creeps on his face as he's watching her.

"You know what, I don't actually care." Callisto answers flatly and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

Black is still smiling, when he suddenly takes a step towards Callisto. "You don't care?" He asks in a whisper. His eyes are glued to her face, when he moves closer.

Automatically, Callisto takes a step back but soon realizes that there is a wall right behind her. Her back is already pressed against the wall when she answers him "No, I don't." She has to look up to Black.
He's towering over her small figure. And for the first time, Callisto actually feels small. She has never realized before how tall Black actually is.

"Why did you follow me out here, then?" His smile still won't leave his stupid face.

He watches her intensely, observing every movement of her. Black's eyes are so warm and intense on her that she is sure he can read all her thoughts, everything she feels and thinks about him, written on her pupils.

And suddenly, Callisto feels intimidated by Black's aura. He's never been so sure of himself before. At least this year. He's been quiet, grumpy and almost invisible for weeks now as if he didn't want anyone close to him. But now...he's so sure of himself and Callisto doesn't know how to react.

"I.." she stops. Why did she follow him? She doesn't even have an answer for herself.

"You..?" Callisto can feel his breath on her skin. She hasn't noticed until now, how close he got.

There are only inches in between them, when Black raises his left hand to put a strand of hair behind Callisto's ear. Frozen, she allows him to touch her without backing away...what would have been hard with a wall right behind her.

"What are you doing?" She breathes out.

"Well...you were looking at me like you wanted me to kiss you." His dark eyes become heavy-lidded. "So I was thinking I might do that." His breath smells like a mixture of mint and alcohol.

"I'm not looking at you like that, idiot." Callisto murmurs nervously, avoiding his gaze.

"Yes, you were." His voice is low and husky. He leans forward, resting his hands on the wall on each side of Callisto.

"I wasn't." She protests, struggling with her breathing.

"God.." Black swallows, throwing his head back and Callisto catches herself staring at his adams apple. "What are you doing to me..you plague of a girl?"

"If I'm a plague, then you should keep your distance." Her voice suddenly sounds wheezy.

"Oh no, not anymore McAdams." And without a warning, Black crashes his lips onto hers.

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author's note: finally a new chapter...what do you think?