CHAPTER VIII, RECORDS OF LAUGHTER

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"I swear Black, you gotta stop leaving your dorm past curfew."





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"C'mon, I'm sure your crush isn't like a bad person... Right?" 

"Uhm..."

"Mariah, he isn't bad right?"

"Maybe...?" 

"... Oh, Merlin give me strength."


Regulus turned off the audio recorder and thought: I wonder who they're... Oh, wait never mind. It was clear from the start Mariah wasn't someone to fall in love easily, but seeing how quick she was to fall for Regulus and how old they sounded in the recording, she was probably talking about him. And Regulus couldn't help but smile at that thought. That she would talk about him, rant about him. It made his stomach turn and flip at every running thought of Mariah. She was beautiful in his eyes... And tall. Taller than himself, and he's 177cm. Not that he cared; he loved tall women.

"Hm..." He hummed to himself, sitting underneath a tree in the forbidden forest and sighing. It's been what, twelve years since he 'died'; supposed they didn't look hard enough if he's been hiding in 12 Grimmauld Place and the forbidden forest the entire time. Yet it felt so wrong, to hide himself and the truth from the world. But who would've believed him? An ex-death eater and the Black family heir; surely the only person who wouldn't hesitate to believe him was Mariah. But it was risky. Really risky.

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