October 31, 1978
Dear Journal,
When Regulus and I were little and would follow the muggle traditions of Halloween, we would go trick-or-treating until midnight when our bags were so full of candy that we were convinced we had a year's supply.
One year, when we were nine, I was sleeping at his house over Halloween because my mother wanted to stay with his mother that night since my father was out for "business" but he really was just carrying out a job for You-Know-Who.
We were staying up really late into the early morning, talking and eating our candy. They say that kids can't have deep conversations but I don't remember ever being as vulnerable with anyone as I was with him in that moment.
"Do you think you'll ever get married, Reggie?" I had asked him.
"Maybe," he said, "But maybe not. I don't want to get married to someone like my mom."
"Do you want to get married to me?" my little mouth spoke before I could stop myself.
"Okay," he had agreed.
"Let's get married when we're all grown up," I said.
And he smiled at me and said, "We'll grow up and I'll come find you and I'll marry you."
Estella Flint
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