September 1978
Marielle's stirring caused regulus to bolt awake, unaware of where he was for a split second until his memory caught up with his body.
He fucking slept next to a girl, he let one of his main rules slip and he didn't even fuck her. That was one way to get emotionally attached, not necessarily him but he wasn't in favour of having a clingy hormonal teenage girl following him everywhere.
He inspected the room and felt a sufficient amount of heat coming from his arm.
It was wrapped around her waist whilst the other was entangled in her bed head that managed to remain it's subtle dark curls and silky texture.
Regulus quickly removed them and let marielle awake so he could escape this disaster of a night and incredibly unprofessional situation.
Marielle felt the body warmth of another leave her as she opened her eyes and a sudden blush crawled into her cheeks as she released the tight grip on my shirt that he must've clung to for support the night before. Fucking thunder, ruined her game plan and she was forced to configure a new way to steer clear of eachother otherwise she feared he'd end up killing her.
An unsubtle feeling started budding inside her stomach making her feel quite sick, could he actually kill her? She didn't think he was capable of such, although marielle knew of her brothers scandle and legacy to uphold the famous House of blacks noble glory and loyalty to the dark Lord she couldn't imagine regulus shooting green jets of light from his wand or torturing someone.
The question was like a thick smoke that she couldn't escape, consuming any other thoughts and making her confused and drown from the darkness of it. She coughed as she would if it was an actually smoke filling her lungs but there was nothing of the sort, only the terrible images that had replayed in her mind.
"I'm not going to fucking kill you, now get off of me" she was a light shade of pink before but now she was certainly a beetroot red that was highly unattractive, definelty not the subtle blushy look she had hoped for.
She leapt out of the tub, almost immediately feeling the cold seeping into her revealing night gown she hadn't realised she was wearing the night before since she was smothered in blankets.
It was a dark blue, silk dress with a little slit that was about 4 centimetres above her knees with a black lace trim that covered the edges. She tugged at it, feeling rather insecure suddenly. Regulus seemed to catch on, throwing her a blanket that was still in the tub as he mirrored her movements of escaping their shared bathtub and awfully crowded bathroom to the living room together.
She wrapped it around herself before catching a smirk that crept onto regulus' face as he inspected her body in the tight nightgown.
"how did you know what I was thinking?"
"your easy to read darling"
A lie.
She was a complete mystery to him, other girls had tried to play hard-to-get but she was quite keen on ignoring his existence until last night.
As his mind contemplated all the events that occurred the night before he realised the firewhiskey he had downed before must've tainted the abrupt decisions he made that evening. He would blame it on that, however he didn't need to as the evidence was displayed on the kitchen counter, exactly where Marielle's eyeline was directed at.
She almost looked upset before she tossed it in the bin and gave a half hearted smile as she departed into her bedroom.
He was fucked. She had taken advantage of him last night, guilt crept into her and the somewhat heartfelt coversation she had shared with him was a waste.
She felt too much only one person could handle.
~ exposed
~ vunerable
~ stupid
She sighed, what she didn't know was the boy on the other side of the thin walls was rationalising his actions.
He must've still been drunk. Probably just was a strong one yesterday, he wouldn't have done that in his right mind.
The information he was holding from both of them was that not a single memory was foggy, he remembered it all. He had drunk one bottle of fire whiskey two hours before he had strolled into the bathroom.
He never got drunk, not even tipsy until at least the second bottle and two hours was enough for him to sober up. His immune system was practically functioning off only alcohol, how he was still alive was a question. He'd like to taste the bitterness on his tongue, it made him feel real and was a nice way to be sent off he thought to himself.
It was cruel to keep living when there was nothing for him here.
Nothing.
꧁꧂
Marielle's scrubbed at her skin until it felt raw leaving red scratches. She felt tainted by the touch of the youngest black so close to her and aroused.
The young girl lay in the tub long after the water had turned icy cold and the steam vanished from the mirror, evaporating into the air. Her brain tinkered and chimed with the new information she had gathered.
She loathed him. She loathed him. She repeated the phrase to herself enough times, however there was a sense of curiosity that crept into the tight cravises of her brain.
'how did he know her thoughts?'
'wandless magic? Surely he wasn't that intelligent after missing almost all his classes'
'maybe she didn't give him the credit he deserved'
'would he actually devour the potion?'
Her mind trailed off and she found herself planning a trip to hogwarts grand library on a search of the pureblood family's history.
