September, 1978
He threaded the white nimble buttons through his shirt and grabbed his belt, wrapping it around the lower half of his waist.
He groaned, lubricating his hands in the pot of hair gel and rubbing it into his hair to look presentable and tame his subtle wavy curls. An overflow of sea mist roamed his body and he stepped out his bedroom.
"have you seen my wand around?" said the girl, knelt on her knees peering under the sofa.
"which one darling" Regulus leaned against the doorway, inspecting his nails with a snarky smirk displayed on his face.
Marielle pulled out the long wooden stick, sighing in relief. "this one reggie" she flicked the wand through her fingers with a cheeky grin before facading an innocent smile and fluttering her long black eyelashes against her eyelids. "why... I didn't think I had another?"
He pushed himself up against the door before meandering a path over to the girl. "hmm, why don't I show you" His hands aroused her body crumpling her shirt up at his touch. The heels of her shoes pressed firmly against the floor's wall trimmings, imprisoning her with his broad arms on either side of her head. His lean pale body towered over marielle, from this perspective she managed to calculate his height being 6' ft when she was a mear 5'4.
She slowly slipt from his grip grabbing a golden glazed apple off the counter of their shared kitchen, as she departed tossing it in the air before shutting the painting behind her.
꧁꧂
This morning he was surprisingly tidy and well groomed when he turned up to their lessons.
With a roll of marielle's eyes regulus sat himself at the back of the muggle studies class room, seeming to enjoy the presence of himself and although the topic of muggles and their repulsive way of living ached his brain he was informed by the dark Lord on how he must to achieve a high status in the future to be a noble death eater like his father and uncle before him.
It was to gather inside information on how to infiltrate their world once voldemort takes control of the wizarding world. He was what his family woukd like to call 'the inside informant and traitor to hogwarts' and although he hated that title from himself, he would not fail them like his brother once did.
He tapped his quill against the brown table with his head held on his palm looking quite bored. Regulus' eyes drifted to the girl who now had her hand raised. It puzzled him how she knew so much about muggles but he wouldn't let such an embarrassing emotion show on his face.
꧁꧂
He stepped out of his lesson, his slick black shoes clacking against the stone floors as he marched through the halls with his head held high.
"I saw you eyeing me earlier blac-"
His pace came to a halt causing the newly irritating voice to stop when it got muffled into the back of his suit.
"oww-"
She had now stepped a foot away from his back and rubbed against her nose as if his shoulder blades were made of daggers.
"why are you following me like a little defenseless puppy divauns"
"well I thought you'd like to have lunch with me"
"I spend enough of my time with you, why would I spend my free time with you" his words came out more as a statement that a question which caused marielle to gulp.
As she began to steer her course back the way she came her feet stopped in their tracks.
"I'm not going to fuck you divauns"
Shock and rage hit her at once, her eyes teared up from the words that pierced into her heart but she would not let them spill. He would not see her anymore weaker than she already was. He of course was lying to both the girl and himself, something in his Brain was not wedged right and his adventurous senses were starting to pester him so his instincts were to be blunt.
Marielle was under the commands of dumbledor to stay on his good books but regulus was making this task extremely hard.
The sudden emotions hit her at once causing her to clench her teeth together and her nails stab into her hands trying to obtain her anger but it was too late.
Before she knew what was happening her hand was being grabbed tightly at the wrist by a strong and tense one, mid air and only millimetres away from his cheek.
Their eyes met and she was caught dazing into his dark coffee coloured ones, it was over whelming and consuming all her rational thoughts. The time they spent caught up in eachother, she probably was able to count how many freckles were covered over his nose.
Once her senses had come back to her she had finally felt the pain in her arm.
"i- i- .... Sorry"
She shrugged off his firm grip and ran down the halls, wiping at her eyes as she hadn't noticed them dripping down her golden skinned cheeks.
Multiple questions skimmed through her mind, mostly regret and anger for how she had let her emotions get the better for her and how she had let him get such a rise out of her.
Why did it hurt when he said he didn't want to fuck her, she didn't necessarily want to do anything sexual with him but he wasn't exactly picky with his whores. Once her brain had thought of every possible situation she came to realise that maybe, maybe he knew she wasnt a pureblood.
Marielle knew of his thoughts on blood supremacy since he definelty didn't keep it a secret but maybe it was just because it was her and why. the. fuck. did she say sorry.
꧁꧂
He was huddled in a bundle of green blankets on the black leather sofa with a book portrayed on his lap.
A slam echoed through their common room and marielle groaned slumping against the back of the door and dropping her bag on the floor.
"would you tidy up your shit. If your going to live with me we are going to settle some house rules"
Her head shot up, after a quick analysis she realised the voice was indeed coming from inside the room and from the man she currently despised and was in no desire to speak to.
She pounced off of the floor and strode over to him with a fierce look.
"regulus, I am in no need to speak with you at the moment so don't talk to me unless absolutely necessary" She paused for a moment to regain her thoughts.
"no, actually. Don't fucking mutter a word unless it's a life or death matter"
His jaw had slightly dropped, not from her words but from the swear he didn't think she had in her. Obviously regulus was proven wrong and although he was extraordinary good at hiding his shock through a sturn meaningless expression or smoke, marielle had definitely caught him off guard and he rather enjoyed it.
Once she had exited the shared utilitys and into her own burrow she could call her room, he continued to scribble into the diary like he had only minutes ago before he had been rather rudely intruded on.
Dear diary,
The mudblood tried to hit me, she twisted me with her words and I must admit that her intelligence made me question whether or not she was tainted with muggle blood but my accusation were right after I saw the way she knew so much about today's lesson.
Even the thought of her revolts me.
R. A. B.
