MOONLIGHT SONATA . . . regulus black

𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎. mint flavoured narcotics

i couldn't bear it anymore
having to fake my love for him
so i stopped, i returned all of his money back.

and that's how i found myself in florean fortescue's ice cream parlor,
an unpleasant smile forced upon my face
all dressed in cerulean stripped with a sugary white.

the golden bell rang once more
and an ash like smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils
there was only one boy that i knew
who smoked mint flavoured narcotics

as expected, the new addition to the death eaters was standing in the doorway
black shoes clicking on the cheap marble tiles,
silver eyes a storm.

you saw me
orbs now lit with amusement,
neon lightning crossing the sea of grey.

i had no doubt you'll make my life a living hell.