Heya fellas!
Αυτό το βιβλίο θα περιέχει one-shots αναφορικά με τους marauders (όπως γράφει και ο τίτλος duh) αλλά ενδέχεται να γράφω και για την γενιά του Χαρίκλειου Pottah. Δείτε το πρώτο κεφάλαιο για περισσότερες πληροφορίες καθώς θα δέχομαι και...
One would think that Regulus would be the one to inevitably ruin a relationship. Yet, on a particular rainy, Sunday evening, the stars are gonna prove the exact opposite
°Angst, break up (once again featuring Regulus, it's a coincidence, i swear), smoking (don't smoke kids, it's not cool), screaming and shouting and crying and all these positive things :)°
An: I haven't posted a chapter on here in AGES so hello, how are you??? I felt inspired to write something in English, which of course is not as good as my Greek ones because English is not my first language, yet i tried my best. If you liked it and want more chapters in English, let me know!! Enjoy <<<3
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He didn't like being alone, or waiting, but there he was, his back leaning against the cold brick wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The sound of rain and his shoe tapping rhythmically on the floor only inclined his nervous anticipation.
Indeed, deep down, he knew something was going on. Something wrong. What other reason would the girl have invited him for, on a Sunday evening, outside the Hogwarts library? Helpless, with hope being the only thing he could afford, he stood there, waiting to see her face, smiling. Yes, that would be a good indication, unlike the bad omens he had witnessed all the way from the Slytherin dorms to the library. Black cats, black crows, black skies. Everything was black, including her eyes.
There she was. Dressed in colors, the Gryffindor burgundy and some blue jeans, yet no trace of smile. Her steps were short, sharp, nervous, certain. She had a very specific thing in her mind, and at that moment, he felt his eyes watering, because he already knew what would soon happen.
She stood before him and placed a peck on his lips, quick, as if it was a mundane handshake she had to perform with an acquaintance out of obligation. He attempted to make it last a little longer, but failed.
"Hi", she forced a smile, but that didn't count, really. He exhaled the smoke, dropped the cigarette on the floor and smashed it with his shoe. McGonagall would find out, sooner or later, but he couldn't care less at the moment.
"Hey." His answer was blunt. He wouldn't uncover how scared he was. How much he cared. Besides, had he been indifferent, he wouldn't have stubbed out his cigarette.
