April 12, 1979
Dear Journal,
I don't think a day has gone by in the past three weeks where I haven't smiled at least five times because of my friends.
I saw Regulus at dinner today. The bags under his eyes are dark.
Estella Flint
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Meet Me at the Graveyard
Fanfiction"I would much rather go in there alone than run the risk of bringing you into that hell!" "Regulus, please." Pleading was the only thing I could do. But I knew he had already made up his mind.
