O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

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I'M VERY PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER, THANK YOU VERY MUCH LMAO 

I PASSED ALL MY UNI SUBJECTS, SO I HAD SOME FREE TIME AND I WROTE THIS CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT.

THE CONTENT OF MUSIC WAS BROUGHT UP BY A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE, WHO'S A COMPOSER. I WAS QUITE HAPPY TO ADD IT IN, BUT PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT CECILIA ISN'T TOO FAMILIAR WITH CLASSICAL MUSIC AT ALL. THE BOOK IDEA, THOUGH A REAL BOOK, WAS TAKEN FROM 'CALL ME BY YOUR NAME', BUT I CHANGED QUITE A FEW THINGS SINCE THEY HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS THEN FROM THE FILM. THANK YOU.

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Cynthia had gone home that same day, and Cecilia was already missing her.

They had just gotten to July, the First, and Cynthia had told her that she would go back to Brazil with their mother (who refused to visit Cecilia again since she was told the truth about the Order of the Phoenix). She had been gone for a few hours, and Cecilia now felt completely bored already.

Since the Discussion Day (as they had decided to call June, 26th of 1996 when Cecilia had gained bruises that she hid in her arms), Cynthia had gone back to sleeping in the Burrow, but got to visit Cecilia in Grimmauld Place every day for as long as she could.

Sirius didn't mind having the girl around, she was nice enough, even if they didn't hold any type of conversation besides a smile here and there, so he often made sure to tell Kreacher when Cynthia was there so he could have some coffee ready for the sisters, who much rather drink coffee than tea. Kreacher, for once, didn't pick up a fight and just did what he was told. Remus was more than happy to wave at her and write on the little notebook that he kept on him when she was around if she needed anything, she would usually answer him with her head, but she had taught him a few signals – names, mostly, according to Remus.

Regulus, however, kept his distance from the sisters when they were together, oddly enough, in Sirius' opinion at least, all of that since Cecilia was his only friend at that point. He spent most of his time writing in his new journal, which he had begged Sirius to get to him, so he had added it on the shopping list for Remus and on the music room, playing the day away in his piano and even going as far as fingering the harp.

Until the moment that he started playing one of the many Sonatas that he knew by heart, gracefully ignoring how a shy Cecilia wandered into the room, making herself a little nest in the sofa in the corner of the room with a blanket and putting a heavy book on her lap, gently opening the far too old book so it wouldn't make the noise of the falling-apart spine cracking further. He didn't hear her changing pages as he went on with the first movement.

Once he was done, he leaned away from the piano for a second.

"It sounded sad," she said.

"It's just the start," he explained. "Very famous sonata. Want to guess?"

"Mozart?" she guessed.

"Beethoven," he corrected.

"Oh, the Moonlight Sonata," she said, suddenly understanding.

"That's not the name that he gave it, but yes," he said. "I wish I could meet him and ask what it all meant. We have theories, but, surely, they can't be all that it was."

"And what is it that you think it means?" she asked, putting the book to the side, getting up and kicking the blanket back to the sofa, walking towards him. "The start part, as you said."

"This was the first movement. A sonata such as this are usually divided in two or three movements. According to what it was discovered, he wrote this one to his lover, a sixteen-year-old girl that he was teaching piano to, whose father refused to allow him to marry due to his lack of rank," he explained. "Her name was Giulietta Guicciardi. I suppose he wrote this after they had been denied permission to stay together." He started passing his hands through the keyboard, playing the first few seconds of the first movement. "There is sadness to it, of course, but there's also acceptance... he was older than her, so I suppose he would've understood the reason why her father refused the match. No ranks, his hearing already failing him —"