𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Mea

"So....what am I going to do in your house?" Regan asked as she was driving the car. Vesper was sitting there, following the beat of a song, some song that made Regan's ears cry.

"Watch a movie, perhaps? What do you think?" Vesper replied.

"Okay," Regan said. "What if I go to my house and rest first?"

"NO, because I know that you'll be lazy if we do so," Vesper replied.

"Fine," Regan said helplessly.

As she reached their neighborhood , she parked the car near her house, left the bag inside and locked the door.

"Come on now," Vesper said in annoyance.

They walked together to Vesper's house. It had two floors and a garage space. Is was surprising that Vesper didn't have a car. Regan knew she had a high income.

They entered inside and Regan got a strange and not so pleasant feeling, but didn't act upon it. They came across the living room which was weirdly furnished. The walls of that room were plain and brown colored. Two couches were in front of each other, in grey color. On general, the furnitures were expensive.

"So, where are we going to watch that movie?" Regan asked.

"Right here," the other replied, pointing at the flat screen TV.

Regan didn't want to stay there and couldn't wait to get out. It wasn't that she didn't want to hang out with her friend, it was just this house having a peculiar aura.

She sat on the couch and eyed the room better. On the corner of the wall there were a lot of shelves, a bookcase and a study table. The study table had a computer on it, while the wooden shelves held weird souvenirs. There were no words that Regan could describe them.

She had never seen them before, most of their materials were made of wood and their shapes were irregular.

"Do you like rom-coms?" Vesper asked, carrying some bags of chips, "Or romance alone?"

"No," Regan replied, rolling her eyes, "They're shit."

"Why?" Vesper asked, a hint of smile playing on her lips.

"They don't match my standards," Regan said. She didn't want to sound like a pick me girl, but she had a very complicated relationship with romance.

Vesper raised an eyebrow, as if in mockery, "Standards, really?" She sat down on the opposite couch, placing the snacks on the coffee table. "So what kind of man would match your 'standards'?"

Regan felt her cheeks warm up. "I didn't say anything about the man," she retorted, getting a little defensive.

"Come on, you can tell me," Vesper teased, popping a chip into her mouth and crunching loudly. "What's your type?"

Regan felt the heat in her cheeks intensify. "It's complicated," she mumbled, not meeting Vesper's gaze. She picked at the hem of her sweater, avoiding the question.

"Okay, let's keep it simple then," Vesper said, leaning back into the couch. "Would you say he has to be good looking?"

Regan felt a lump in her throat. She'd say yes, but the scar she had on her face made her think she was asking for too much. "I want someone who doesn't care about sex, control, isn't a crybaby and....and likes cuddling," she blurted out.

She didn't know why she just opened up to Vesper about that, she hadn't told anyone before, not even her aunt. She knew no one understood, so there wasn't the need.

Vesper burst out into laughter, "You want a saint, don't you?" She stood up, seemingly thinking to do something else than watch movies.

"Is it that much to ask?" Regan said, trying to sound casual, but the image of Sirius's face from the dream flashed through her mind, his icy blue eyes and smirking lips.