Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

Diary Entry

Dear shy therapist:                                                                             6/ 9/  1977

I'm not calling this shit a 'DiArY' I'm not a 12- year old girl.

So if you're reading this, hi I'm Regulus and I'm NOT a 12- year old girl.

In fact, I'm actually 16- years old.

I have an older brother, his name's Sirius, ik, 'are you 'sirius' right now', but I am! He's a bitch, but he is kinda funny- funny looking.

He has a boyfriend, Remus, he's nice. I've always despised my brother for being able to stand up to our parents, and being confident enough to come out and be- himself.

That's right, I'm gay.

A gay, cowardly bitch.

I've always despised the fact that Sirius found his literal soulmate at 17.

He left and suddenly has the dream life.

But it's me who's been making the bed.

In fact, I do have -somebody- I like.

But, ik they'll never like me back.

I mean who would, I'm an annoying, timid, bitchy bitch.

I have to go, potions just started!

Bye shy therapist.

***

I sign the book and hurriedly get up from my corner in the library.

I shove the books in my book bag and speed walk out of there, getting yelled at by Miss Pince was simply a bonus.

On my way there, I catch sight of Sirius.

He, and his best friend ruffle my hair, while Remus, Lily, and Peter all just wave.

"Not the hair!" I whinge.

James laughs.

Oh that laugh, I could listen to it on repeat for years.

It's like the sun hitting your cheeks after a cold, snowy winter.

Like the feeling of stepping out after a long road trip.

Like the feeling of achievement.

"Too bad Baby Black." He states.

Now we're back, he sees me as 'Sirius's little brother' not even 'Regulus' or, my pick which would be 'boyfriend', but that's just a fantasy.

As I said before, why would he ever like me?

I walk off, feeling the blood slowly depart from my cheeks.

Finally, after what feels like eternity, or Sirius trying to flirt with Remus.

I head back to the green and silver, dreadful common room.

Well, they're not exactly green and silver anymore, recently 'The Marauders', stupid name, I know, came in and 'pranked' us by putting red glitter all over the common room.

I head back to my dorm, sitting on the ivory green sheets.

I pull out my JOURNAL and start a new entry.

***

Dear shy therapist:

Still don't know why you don't talk, like, magic exists, I want an extroverted therapist, like HELLO we have books with mouths, which are ABSOLUTELY terrifying.

But today, Fleamont ( not his real name, middle name which I only found out when we were together at astronomy tower a while ago; so no SLITHERING SLYTHERINS CAN READ THIS AND KNOW  WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT ) ruffled my hair in the hallway, which is yk making me want to have a very sane reaction of  *queue very sane reaction*

'OMFG! MARRY ME RIGHT NOW YOU MF! SHAG ME IN AS MANY BROOM CLOSETS AS YOU WANT! I WANT TO BE INSIDE YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU! I WOULD 'MEOW' FOR YOU'

very sane shit.

But like, who gave him the privilege to be  T H A T  D A M N  C U T E  it should be illegal, send him off to Azkaban.

Anyway, I have to study for potions after having my very sane reaction!

Bye bitches!

***

I put the book away and settle myself.

Thoughts are still running around my mind like James Potter riding a broomstick.

Like why is he riding a broomstick when he can ride me?

I am actually going to study now, cause I have to prove to stupid Slughorn that I'm smart enough to still be in year 6, which I'm mainly in because it means I see Jamessss~ more.

And, you know, my brother.

Later than night, I can feel the warmth unwrapping from me as I get consumed by the icy cold on my way to the Astronomy tower.

I left the safety of the Slytherin cult meet up spot to go to where I said I'd meet James.

Did I mention it? James asked me to meet him at Astronomy Tower at 8pm, it's currently 8:01pm.

Punctual, I know.

I step up the ladder, gripping onto the old wood.

I pull myself up and seat myself next to James.

The light from the moon hits the lenses of his frames.

"Hi!" He greets me.

I feel blush creeping to my cheeks, but manage a small "hi."

"Sorry. I didn't tell you why to meet me here."

I hum in response, staring off at the stars. I point to a star far in the horizon "that's Sirius, the brightest star. A dog."

James tries to follow my index finger, but can't.

I don't know what took over me, but I grab onto his hand and guide it to Sirius' star.

James tenses up, probably from fright.

"So why did you want to meet me here?" I follow up with.

"Regulus- I- sorry, I don't know how to say this. I like you, I like every part of you, I like your hair, I like your freckles, I like your personality, you know, I love you, I love every part of you, I love the way your hair curls in the morning, framing your face like the artwork it is. I love how the freckled create constellations across your face. I love your personality, and you humour. I love you." He emphasises.

I feel a lump form in my throat, stopping me from speaking any words. I can't talk, so I do the non- verbal way of reciprocating  ( yes, I did copy paste that, whatchu going to do about it ) my romantic feeling towards him.

I cup his cheeks.

And kiss him.

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