Regulus Black's life is full of shit. Really that's it. A shitty boy with shitty parents who found solace in scrawled vents, smudged by tears, yet curved with wit. A boy who is constantly reminded of what he cannot have and what he could not keep...
The audacity of that boy. The absoloute audacity. How could he just walk away after turning me into a blushing mess, I tried (but ultimately failed) to cover my red cheeks so that nobody could see.
He had been so close, I could almost count each and every one of the dark display of freckles that painted his olive toned skin. My mind lingered on how his robes brushed over my shoulder as he reached Over me.
It made me chuckle slightly when I remembered the reason he had came: to gwt something cinnamon related. It explains his sweet aroma. Just another small detail that most wouldn't pick up on.
"Someone's blushing~..." smirked my friend, barty. Me and Barty had been through alot and thag mwnt that he was the only person who knew about my crush: James Potter. And likewise, I was the only person who knew about his crush: Evan Rosier.
He was my best friend, and I loved him to peaces but sometimes (most of the time) he was a bit irritating.
I was brought back to earth by his annoying voice. "And your acting as if you didn't stop talking talk night about how good Rosiers ass loo-" I replied but before I could finish he covered my mouth with his hand. I licked his palm and he let go.
"Oh Shut up, Reg." He muttered. Then he stopped walking, I turned to him with a confused look. " hey, I'm going to be studying with Evan all afternoon so..." he said, fidgeting with his silver and green tie, nervously.
"Don't sweat it, mate. Go get your mans." I replied with a small smile, nudging his shoulder slightly. Making him chuckle before thanking me and wandering off in the direction of the library with a stupid grin plastered on his face.
As soon as he wa sout of sight my thoughts decided to run wild once again. What am I gonna do now? I wanna see James, he didn't get annoyed by my apperance as a cat so maybe I should. But where would he be? That's a stupid question brain, he's obviously where I should be right now, his common room.
And with that, I looked around the hallway quickly, saw nobody and procceded to shift into my animagus form. Once I felt my fuzzy paws touch the cold and cobbled ground, I set off in the direction of the enchanted staircases.
I wandered around for a bit, got quite lost at one point, almost fell of the moving stairs, Mrs. Norris almost caught me a few times and was very confused when she only smelt a cat in my wake, but in due time I got to the deserted portrait of the fat lady.
Time to put on the famous Black Charm, I thought to myself. And sat quietly at the foot of the painting.
"Just give me the Password or I'll hex you through the canvas!" Exclaimed the Fat Lady without moving her gaze from the magazine she was holding gingerly. I meowed to make my presence known and she looked up with a start.
"Oh! I am terribly sorry, deary, I must've mistaken you for one of those rowdy Marauders." She said, muttering the last part. Her reply make me smile bit as a kitten she couldn't see that, so I meowed again.
"You want to come in? Oh of course, sugar!" She replied, happily and the portrait flew open and I meowed a thanks before waltzing inside.
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(A/N I'm rlly tired rn so imma just put a pic of the common room - it looks like this but bigger)
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