╰┈➤ 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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ophelia was not one to be lost in reveries, which meant whenever she felt a bout of daydreaming coming on, she would busy herself with anything else. the party she had attended via the invite of rhys myers (who had discovered her close friendship with martine, and hence adopted her as one of her entourage) had not been the distraction she had wished it would be.
walking home in the rain, under the cover of darkness, meant she narrowly avoided catching a foul little cold along with being reprimanded by her brother. she could have sworn that, as she ascended the staircase to the upper floor that held her room, she heard whispers, hushed voices. but it was late, so perhaps her mind was fucking with her, right before shutting down.
the next morning however, she got an answer to that mystery in the form of a rather jittery remus. the hour that hosted breakfast and morning tea (euphemia's attempt to keep them all in one place for more than thirty minutes) was punctuated by sleepy words and silence– along with a rather overt side-eye from remus.
remus had fallen slightly ill after the full moon, which had whipped sirius into a state, although his first means of communication whenever ophelia posed a question had been to deny, deny, deny. and although he had been more dismal than he had prior, silence from remus was not common.
"so, how did you sweethearts sleep?" euphemia inquired sweetly, placing a hand on ophelia's shoulder, nearly making her jump out of her skin; almost forgetting that she was practically an adult, and sneaking out was not a crime of high offense.
there was a groan of ascent from the three lads.
"good."
"fabulously."
"never slept better, mrs. potter."
ophelia settled for a roll of her eyes– spirits were low for whatever reason, which was slightly annoying, considering that they offered her no respite from replaying the night's events over and over again, like a magically enchanted record.
"i slept fine, mum."
"good." the slight smile lines on her mother's face were telltale that she sensed something was awry, but was choosing not to comment, thank god. "me and your father are going on a booked excursion with a muggle tour guide this afternoon. i can trust the four of you to keep the house as is, yes?"
they'd been married for years, ophelia's parents, yet they never seemed to tire of one another.
"of course, mother dearest." james yawned, chugging his orange juice and setting the empty glass back down on the table. "not a single fire."
"don't jinx us." ophelia snorted, before offering euphemia a nod. "yes, mum. no property destruction."
that earned a scoff from sirius, and a wince from remus, which seemed to be a byproduct of the former. peculiar.
