╰┈➤ 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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that was the biggest mistake in the history of mistakes.
regulus, once he had come to, had lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, utterly mortified. even now, at the breakfast table with his family and the malfoys, his mind was still reeling from the sheer momentum of the very deep, very abstract thoughts he had been struck by.
that was a lie.
all he could think about, was how much he hated ophelia bloody potter.
and perhaps the fickle fact that he had, against all judgment known to man, kissed her. kissed her back, more like. he was utterly disgusted with himself, he had kissed a blood traitor, and inexplicably, he had enjoyed it. it was sick. his ancestors were probably rolling in their graves.
"regulus." andromeda whispered, tugging his attention away from his reveries, and diverting it to the conversation being had among the adults.
right. the wedding.
"planning is almost complete, we have decided on a venue, down by the vineyards. it will be hosted in the evening, when muggle tourists will not wander, and interject with their lowly wishes and festivities." abraxas malfoy informed those in attendance, as lucius himself looked half-asleep, for whatever reason.
"very good." orion boomed, his tone more jovial this morning, for whatever reason. "have you finalized a guest list yet?"
"we have, uncle." narcissa confirmed, also looking rather bleary-eyed, regulus' eyebrows raising slightly as he shot andromeda a questioning look, at which she returned it with a humored one, as if in confirmation. gross.
"only the most prestigious will be in attendance." lucius agreed, when he seemed to come to slightly after a sip of pumpkin juice. "my family, of course, along with others which may be familiar to you, the dolohovs, the rosiers, the averys, the notts, the lestranges...rabastan and rodolphus, of course. as well as some others who share our...values."
regulus always found humor in how lucius would sometimes simper around orion, as if searching for the validation of marrying narcissa from her uncle– rather than her father cygnus, who was also in attendance. a validation that seemed to be commandeered by anyone who met him, however regulus himself knew quite well, that it was never given.
it was rare to see so many of house black at the same table, like a circle of candles during a ritual of malentendre. orion, cygnus, druella, walburga, bellatrix, narcissa, andromeda, regulus. even the presence of lucretia prewett (neé black) and her husband ignatius were expected at the ceremony itself; thus practically completing the teaset that was the noble and most ancient house of black.
"i see everything is moving smoothly." cygnus spoke as he took a sip of his black coffee (no pun implication intended), giving his daughter a cordial smile. "a toast, to the union between our houses."
