╰┈➤ regulus black x oc
❝every summer ends in the same way: heartbreak, hangovers, and hatred.❞
❝you're just being dramatic, ophelia.❞
☄. *. ⋆ in which ophelia potter's pre-ministry summer holiday in france accidentally turned into a romance that sh...
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regulus black had hated the summer. it wasn't really the heat and sun that caused him such ire, as one would assume. it was having to endure his fucking family day in, and day out. before every holiday commenced, he'd have to suck up the gall he felt, watching 2nd year bastards tittering over their summer plans; approaching his friends with the same haughty smirk that curled his lips upon any interaction he had.
this farewell had been a rather bleak one.
completing his 7th year at hogwarts meant that he could no longer spend months away from his parents' watchful eyes, and what freedom he had claimed when he was at hogwarts was once again revoked from him. he was the heir to the black family, and was expected to behave as such.
he was merely a pawn in a game of chess, where neither side ever triumphed.
his family had deep roots in france, so it was only expected that they had various summer homes throughout the country; in paris, sorenne, toulouse...purebloodsof their level drowned in the filth of unearned money that was passed between generations like barter chips to be used however they wished. and his father was a measured spender.
this summer, however, was different than others, as there was a fucking wedding to attend. his cousin, narcissa black, was to become a malfoy, conjoining two more pureblood families to ensure the bloodline stayed pure. and of course, as wealthy british wizards tended to indulge, they were having their wedding in toulouse.
france was a beautiful country, filled with history and art, but regulus had quickly come to resent it, and the stupidly sexy language that the french people spoke. unions of the sort always birthed distaste.
regulus did not know much about his cousin's groom's side of the family, except the assumption that they all had the same white-blond hair that lucius possessed, much more devoid of colour than narcissa's more golden tresses. he expected that their future spawn's hair would be blinding.
he had nothing against narcissa, of course, she was a more reasonable member of the family, like his cousin andromeda and uncle alphard; if the union was what she was happy with, then so be it, he had no opinions.
but his parents seemed to have other thoughts on what he should express.
"smile." his mother, the fair and hawkish walburga black, hissed, her nails digging into his arms as they watched orion, his father, greet the malfoys on the walkway to their resplendent mansion. regulus did not wince– not anymore, that was.
the indents of her claws would just join the others.
he forced a cordial smirk onto his face, jaw tight with a faint tension as he was brushed over to greet lucius malfoy and his family.
