origami. . . REGULUS BLACK

seven.

CHAPTER SEVEN
The Noble House Of Black
February 7th, 1979

Returning home was probably the hardest part, she held the box tightly in her hand as she stepped out and released a breath. Her Mum's little voice that said we miss you lots and Mallory promising to try to come back, even though she knew it'd be impossible for now. It was one of the first thing she had said to herself when she became an Auror, she would never visit her parents if she was on a mission.

"I will just go get dressed, it's going to be soon five," she mumbled to Fabian as he hummed. "You can go back if you don't want to see Black."

Fabian offered her a tight smile, "It's not about Black, Mal. It's about you and you only," he replied. "Go change."

Mallory nodded reluctantly, casting a last look at Fabian as she headed towards her bedroom. Opening the box, her eyes lingered on the long and tight black dress her Mum had given her. It was actually perfect for these kind of events. She put it on, and noticed how the dress hugged her curves the right way. It wasn't too old but not too modern either which seemed to fit the occasion perfectly, even though Mallory had no idea where he was taking her but she had a feeling it'd match him and the event.

"Fab, should I put my hair up or down?" Mallory asked, walking in the living room as she spotted him sitting on a chair.

He looked up, his eyes widened and it seemed as if his breath got caught in his throat, "Merlin, Mal...You look terrific," he mumbled, rising on his feet so he could stand in front of her and have a proper look. "You look absolutely beautiful. Oh, and hair up," he added lazily.

If Mallory hadn't been so busy hiding her blush, she'd have kissed him but instead she cleared her throat and whispered a small thank you.

"Noted."

"It's soon five. Reckon you can give me one last kiss before Black shows up?" He queried, cupping her face and his thumb traced delicate circles on her cheek.

"Happily," she breathed out, tilting her head slightly so she could press a kiss to his lips. Thank Godric for the heels, or either way she would have been obligated to pull away much sooner due to being smaller than him. "I-I am going to miss you, Prewett."

"Me too, Abbott," he winked and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Black should be here soon."

As if Regulus had heard him, knocks echoed around the flat and Mallory checked the clock just to see that it was five sharp. At least, Black wasn't late. Pulling away from Fabian, she walked to the front door and opened it. Her eyes fell on Regulus' suits, which looked awfully like they were coming from a Muggle shop. Surprisingly or not, he was wearing black. At least they matched. When she looked up, Regulus was ranking his eyes down her frame too.

"Hello, Black. Come in," she snapped him out of his thoughts and he jumped slightly at the sound of her voice. "It's a good choice, isn't it?"

"What?"

"The dress," she snorted softly, leading him through the flat even though he knew his way.

Regulus hummed lowly, "It is...Its actually perfect," he then said. "We match, too. Mum is going to be overjoyed."

"Does she know? Your Mum?"

He nodded as his eyes fell on Fabian in the living room, "Prewett," he greeted as Fabian mouthed a simple Black. "And yes, Mother knows about you. I've done my part of the job and talked about you. She seemed...she seemed quite excited actually."

"That's good, then."

"I reckon she just wants to find me a good pureblood witch to marry," he snorted as she did the same. "Alright, we better get going or we will be late."