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HOGWARTS. september 4th, 1976.
WHEN REGULUS WOKE THE NEXT DAY, THE ONLY THING ON HIS MIND WAS HIS ACHING HEAD AND ESTELLE BAULEDAIRE. The events of the night were fuzzy but he remembered kissing her with crystal clear clarity. He remembered running away even more clearly.
He groggily stood and winced, shielding his eyes from all sources of light. The Slytherin dormitories may have been dim and dark but yet the minimal amount of light still caused him great pain.
It was rather quiet when he descended the steps and made his way towards Estelle's room. He had been there a million times, each just as memorable as the one before.
He knew which step was a half an inch taller than the rest, a seemingly small height difference but had caused a plethora of injuries nonetheless. He knew that sometimes the handle to her door was a bit tricky to open, this being due to a drunken Oliver and Estelle nearly ripping it from the hinges and replacing it themselves.
He knew all these things because they were important enough for him to remember. Everything about Estelle was important enough for him to file into the hundreds of important things he needed to know at all times.
With a soft groan, Regulus shoved the door open to her dorm and froze when he realized it was completely empty. Had she truly been that upset at him that she hadn't even woken him for breakfast?
At the sound of commotion from the common room, Regulus backed away from the room and bounded down the steps. Each step he took caused his brain to rattle and a rather painful headache was coming from the depths.
He barely had time to step into the room before he was being pulled from his spot and dragged towards the couches. Somebody pushed him roughly and he fell into a seat, his eyes narrowed at the sight before him.
Evan, Oliver and Caius were staring at him with wide eyes, nodding towards the piece of parchment that Marcel was holding out for him to take. They all looked furious and he was growing increasingly agitated with their energy at only eight in the morning.
"What the—"
Marcel thrust the parchment towards him again, a silent urge for him to read it. Regulus carefully took it from his hands, the messy handwriting instantly being identified as Remus Lupin's. Sirius had always let him read the letters that his friends owled him.
TO OUR DEAREST SLYTHERIN FRIENDS,
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THAT SOMETHING HAS BEEN STOLEN FROM YOU. IF YOU HAVEN'T, THAT'S A BIT STRANGE, BUT WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE? ANYWAYS, WE HAVE STOLEN ESTELLE BAULEDAIRE AND WE ARE NOT GIVING HER BACK UNTIL OUR DEMANDS ARE MET.
