𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗 - ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵘˢ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ

Chapter 27: Valentine's Day is Capitalistic

[ February 14th, 1977 ]

     THEONA DECIDEDLY blamed all of her recent actions on ovulation. There was no other reasonable excuse for the absolute war path she'd been on for the last two weeks.

Her and Regulus's 'two time' thing had escalated into an 'I've lost count of the amount of times' thing. Every day after potions, they'd duck away into the same stupid broom closet that started their mess, and kiss until their lips were numb and their hair was standing on end. It was excruciatingly embarrassing, painfully desperate, and inarguably the hottest thing she'd ever experienced.

She could've blamed it on the Black star—stupid Regulus Black and his stupid lips—but if she blamed him, she'd have no choice but to be mad at him, and that meant no kissing. So, she'd blame her hormones and curse them until the day she died.

On day fifteen of their illicit affair, Theona decided to break their streak. She did not make meaningful eye contact with him as they left Potions, she did not sneak off to the broom closet, and she certainly did not kiss him silly. Why? Because it was valentine's day.

     "You're back early?" Sybill raised her eyebrows as Theona walked into their dorm. "Is Regulus sick or something?"

     Theona groaned, collapsing face first beside Sybill in her four-poster bed.

     "Shit, what happened?" Sybill questioned, scrambling to flip Theona on her back.

     "Nothing happened," Theona placed her hands on top of her face, "nothing happened and now my body's angry."

     "You guys didn't christen the broom closet again?" Sybill asked, "why not? Did you get in a fight?"

     "No," Theona whined, "I just couldn't do it today."

     "That's stupid," Sybill stated.

     "No, it's not," Theona defended, "Billie, do you realize what day it is?"

     "Valentine's day?"

     "Exactly!" Theona exclaimed, "It's valentine's day. I can't kiss him on valentine's day! It would mean too much."

     "That's stupid," Sybill repeated, rolling her eyes, "no one even knows you're messing around. It only means what you let it mean."

     Theona glared, "you don't get it."

     "No, I don't," Sybill confirmed, "'cause it's stupid."

     "You're the least comforting person I know," Theona deadpanned, sitting up dejectedly.

     "If you wanted comfort you should've told P about your whoring, not me," Sybill humphed, pursing her glossed lips.

     Theona narrowed her eyes. Glossed lips? Sybill never wore lip gloss... and she had mascara on... and was that—was that eyeshadow?

     "Why do you have makeup on?" Theona queried, reaching out to poke her face.

     Sybill slapped her hand away, "don't try and change the subject."