╰┈➤ 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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smoothing over what had occurred a week prior had been an ordeal that ophelia had no desire in ever repeating. she'd gaslit sirius into thinking she was just as shocked as he was to see regulus in the grocer (spoiler alert: she wasn't), and then had to recount the story to both james and remus while the third young man fumed on the walk through town, drawing various scrutinizing looks from families who were attempting to cant down the street without exposing their children to profanities.
jesus christ, ophelia was aware that yvonne would feel that for the next week.
the potter parents were none the wiser to their wards' dramatic excursions, taking the hushed conversations in the sitting room as engaging conversations about enjoying the moments summer had brought them. oh, bless them.
if she was to be honest, there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere in the rustic villa, one that had brought a somber air. she wasn't all that sure what it was.
there were a few factors she could gleen from her quiet moments, reading in the living room while listening to a music from a record her father had purchased; an album of two muggle singers, simon and garfunkel, because the wizarding wireless network tended to inspire passionate rants about the shitty reality of the ministry of magic.
the first factor was that she hardly ever saw sirius. ophelia never really went out of her way to converse with him, of course, but typically he would sit with the others during the evening after dinner, and they'd sneak shots and ration up a bar of remus' chocolate. these nights, however, he was holed up in his room, door locked (james evicted), and from the positively sinful sounds she could hear when on the way to the bathroom during the later hours, she could smartly deduce that he was probably having sex in there. whether with yvonne, or some other easily seduced french girl, she had no idea, and didn't want to know.
sirius' spirals were not particularly recent of an occurrence; she assumed it was a coping mechanism for stress or unpleasant reveries, where he would immerse himself with whatever he could to delay the harsh truth; that he'd have to deal with his issues eventually. everyone had to.
the second factor seemed inexplicably linked with the first; which was remus' moods. remus was always the more reserved one of her brother's friends, because sirius, marlene, and even lily could sometimes be quite rambunctious– but he was by no means a recluse.
frankly, he was known as the gryffindor casanova in their final years at hogwarts, not because of body count, but because he had such an easygoing, likable charm, despite spending half of his time behaving like a disappointed uncle to the marauders.
so his sudden despondency had her thinking. remus and sirius had always been close, a friendship born from opposites, like the north and south pole coming in contact with one another. it was sometimes like remus was in a state of yearning, a stupor of jealousy, as his eyes would stare blankly at the fireplace. but surely...she would not dwell on it, she supposed. it was not any of her business.
