I recieved my parts in Spring Awakening and I'm devasted. I got Fanny Gabbor in one of the casts and a Thea on the other, (plus Martha Bessell's mum?). I'm so sad. Literally, so sad about that. I think I could do so much better than that, but I had that one terrible audition so this is what I got. I know it might sound ungrateful and somewhat bitter, especially after literally almost dying days ago, but it's my favourite musical and I had hopes (which I shouldn't have harboured, and yet, here we are...)

Regardless, I'm well now. Medicated and I shall have to do medical examinations to find out what I'm alergic to after that scary day of mine. I'm much better though.

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Remus Lupin watched his sister sat silently under the sun, right beside the shadow of the courtyard tree, knees against her chest, chin resting on her legs, watching Pandora writing a letter in the shadow beside her without much interest, eyes glazed over and clearly lost in thought.

"What do you think happened?" Remus asked.

James shrugged.

"I don't know, but at least she's outside and she's eating," James said.

"Whatever happened, it certainly wasn't as bad as Sirius' doing," Peter agreed. "As I said, Regulus seems to like her. I wouldn't worry too much. By what I heard, he's in a worst situation. His friends are angry at him."

Remus turned to Peter.

"What have you heard?" he asked.

"Evan Rosier didn't talk to him at all yesterday and Barty gave him those looks," Peter said. "Dorcas said that Regulus has been staying up late in the Common Room to avoid being in the dormitories alone with them, he waits for the other boys to go up to bed as well before going up."

James turned to Peter and his eyebrows twitched as he went deeper into thought. Though he liked Dorcas a lot, she was much more of a friend to Peter than to anybody else in the Gryffindor House and sometimes he felt like those two were secretly a couple, but then he always saw the way that Dorcas watched Marlene in the rare occasions the girls (Lily and Marlene and, sometimes, Mary) came over to talk to Dorcas when the boys were around as well. He hoped Peter wouldn't get hurt at the end of the story.

"For Evan Rosier to think that Regulus did something wrong, he must have cocked things up, indeed," James mused.

Peter's nose twitched.

"Evan Rosier and Regulus Black go head-to-head more often than they show, the problem is Barty Crouch Jr. going against either of them; that's concerning," Peter said. "Dorcas said that he's a – what's the word she used? – submissive boy. He'd do anything those two tell him to, so you can image her surprise at him walking by Regulus without a single 'good morning' yesterday."

Remus crossed his arms, leaning against the pillar of the courtyard, measuring his options silently before sighing and mumbling something under his breath, leaning away from the pillar and calmly walking to his sister.

Quickly, Peter followed. James took a second to notice where they were going before following them as well.

Remus sat beside Luna.

"You alright?" he greeted.

Luna turned to him, eyes squinting suspiciously at his sudden proximity.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"You alright?" he repeated.

"I'm fine, and you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He grumbled in agreement and lied back, taking in the sun with his arms behind his head as if that was something he did often. Still, Luna was his sister and she knew quite well that he hated the sun.

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

Pandora glanced up from her letter. "Company, like any other brother sometimes," Pandora said uninterested before going back to her book.

Luna glanced at her friend before looking back at her brother.

"Hello," she greeted. "Hello, Peter. Hello, James," she added when Peter said casually beside Remus. "What do you all want from me? If you're together, then clearly company isn't what you're looking for."

Peter smiled, knowing that Luna was far too smart to let that just slide.

Though his crush on her had disappeared quite quickly when he was younger, it was in moment like these, where she looked at him and his friends with suspicion and barely concealed amusement for being all too aware of their plans underneath the surface, that he felt a spark of it coming back. Whether her quick wit with them was due to her familiarity with Remus or because she was uncommonly clever, it didn't matter, it made him always smile at her as soon as their eyes met.

Once upon a time, Dorcas – his best friend – had noticed his interest on the girl and had warned him off, swearing to him that she was not the girl that he was looking for; he later understood when he saw the way Regulus Black seemed to always know the direction of the room she was in. Peter was not stupid enough to go after the girl that Regulus Black bore a secret fancy; it was a common surviving-skill, that – clearly – Sirius did not bear, far more Gryffindor than Peter himself.

"What happened?" James asked, far less discreet than his friends.

Luna looked at him.

"Why is that any of your business?" she asked.

"We're just curious," James said with a shrug, still standing.

"And concerned!" Peter added.

Luna opened her mouth to answer, but Remus was faster.

"Concerned is far too strong word. I'm just slightly worried that something happened," Remus said, dismissing both his friends. "And my curiosity is about you, not about what happened. You seem... better, but you don't look all that well."

She sighed.

"I was stressed for the exams and the full moon made it worse. I'm fine," she dismissed. Remus didn't seem to believe a word that she said. "It really was just that. My... discussion with Regulus has nothing to do with –... don't look at me like that, all surprised; we all know that you're here because of what you saw in the corridor."

"I just –" Remus started.

"He found out," she said, firmly, cutting him off. Remus froze. "About me. He already guessed about you from that St. Mungus day, and he has known about it for a while before. He never told and he won't tell. But he found out about me. Well... not exactly, but he knows now."

"So you mean that you told him."

"Not exactly... but you're not wrong," she said.

Remus frowned, sitting up.

"Luna..." he said.

Luna sighed dramatically.

Pandora blew on the letter she wrote, drying the ink and carefully folding it as Luna took a deep breath, thinking of good words of saying what she wanted to say.

"He knew about you beforehand, before we were even together," Luna told Remus, turning her face to him slowly, but not looking him in the eye. "I didn't tell him anything about you, that much you can be sure. That's what I need you to know before I continue... but I did tell him of my situation after we had a small argument."

"Small," scoffed Pandora.

"Panda!" Luna scolded, turning to her.

"Well, it wasn't a small argument. It was a big one. Just because none of you were screaming, it doesn't mean it wasn't anything," Pandora defended her point of view. "Regulus is very upset."

"And he'll continue on being until I can bear to look at him," Luna answered.

Pandora wasn't content with the answer, but sighed in frustration and looked away.

"And how did this 'small argument' came to be?" James asked, finally sitting down on the grass beside Peter.

"He tried to understand what I had and found a completely different Blood Curse; he was convinced I was dying when he confronted me. I had to give him the name of what I had and show him my scars to convince him that I wasn't doing, but at that point he had already called me selfish. Besides, who searches up an illness when someone doesn't want to talk about it? So annoying!" she complained.

Remus exchanged a look with Peter in silence.

James and Sirius had sequestered themselves into the library for books and studies on lycanthropy as soon as they had an inkling of what Remus was afflicted by. Peter had denying participating and had been the one to tattle on them to Remus, not wanting to betray his newest friend by allowing the other two go behind his back doing something that clearly was hurting him. There had been a small argument and Sirius had been angry with Peter for weeks, but it did come out that Remus was – indeed – a werewolf, as they had been suspicious. They grew closer together after that, when the boys knew how to help Remus before and after the full moon, soon enough it was during the full moon as well.

"I'm sure he was trying to help you," James said, also thinking of his past.

"He shouldn't have!" she said.

"He was just –"

"Don't defend him, that's not something that you do!" Remus said, turning to James with a warning look. "He's old enough to know better."

"But did someone teach him better?" James asked, raising his eyebrows. "Is 'boundaries' a conversation that happens often in his house and we aren't aware? I mean..." he shrugged, his palms of the hand facing the sky as if he was speechless. He took a second before continuing.

Luna rolled her eyes, trying to find a reason to be angry and cling onto that.

"He shouldn't have done this, regardless of what he was taught," she said. "I made it clear that I didn't like talking about it. And I never lied to him, I never said it was something other than it was, I just didn't name it."

Peter made once solemn nod. "He was wrong," was all he said.

Remus sighed.

"Just leave at once while you can, Luna. You don't need to teach him anything, you're not his mother," he said.

"Well, his mother certainly won't teach him anything," James defended Luna.

Luna gave him a small grateful look and nodded at him, agreeing with what he had said.

"Regulus is old enough to learn from his mistakes," Pandora said, suddenly getting back into the conversation. "And he already realised it was a mistake. Sirius is the same; he can learn if given the chance, and he was."

She added that last part while looking directly at Remus.

At once Remus understood why Luna liked Pandora so much. She was honest and somewhat blunt with her thoughts and opinions, not seeing any problem in sharing them as if she was always amongst close friends. That was dangerous – hence Luna's extreme protectiveness over her and while the Slytherin boys that she would spend time with also would guard her – and, at the same time, extremely refreshing.

"Yes, he was," Remus answered with a small nod.

He missed Sirius more than he would care to admit after everything he had done. He had seen how he was grovelling for forgiveness and trying to get some understanding because of everything he did and what he made Remus do – it was more than Remus' silly jealousy over Sirius and Luna, it was more than the fact that Sirius had shared his secret, even if indirectly; it was the fact that Sirius knew that his worst fear was becoming the very monster that had turned him into what he was and at he found out about how he hurt Luna many years before, had hurt James that night and had almost killed Snape... all at once. Not only had that night been traumatic, it had been overwhelming with emotions and truths that he didn't want to hear.

If he was completely honest, while Sirius had been the biggest guilty one, he had also become some sort of scapegoat for the anger, jealousy and envy that Remus had felt for years. But now all those feelings had been put outside and, therefore, were running out.

Remus missed Sirius.

His only comfort was that Sirius also missed him.

To my dearest, Luna,

I have so much to say that I fear this note will become a letter, however I cannot find in myself the will to measure my words. I believe you deserve to listen to everything that I have to say, or at least read to my thoughts.

Luna, please, forgive me. My intentions were good, my execution was not.

I was worried about you.

While you cannot possibly know this, understand – I beg – that it was terrifying for me. I have not seen you so vulnerable before. You were pale, slipping away through my fingers while I held you as tights as I could against me; had it not been that, when I could feel your heart beating against me, I believe I would be completely mad at this point.

There are things that were said in the incorrect way. My feelings for you should have not been shared with you in anger, nor should they have been thrown at you without much care for your feelings in response. But the truth is obvious at this point: I am in love with you. I'm in love with you, and my feelings for you won't leave any time soon. It was that love for you that made me lose my mind so easily.

I started researching when I asked the name of your difficulties and you refused to tell me. I should've known then that I was in the wrong and should've stopped, but I couldn't, not without information that would allow me to continue living my life without feeling like every heartbeat away from you was a waste of the little time I had with you. And seeing your symptoms being so similar to that Curse made it all so much worse, I should've thought it through, understood that your mind wasn't degenerating fast enough for it to be that, but I was so terrified that I couldn't think logically – it's not something I'm proud to admit, but you took my mind just as much as you took my heart with you and, without you, I'm completely useless.

Oh, Luna, how my heart aches for your attention again. I grovel at your feet. I beg for mercy. I starve for your eyes turned to me.

What you have – what you ever forced to live with – it's no reason for shame, nor are the scars that you hide so secretly. There's not a single thing about you that I could disapprove to the point of turning you away. No matter how dramatic I sound, I assure you that there's little left of me that you have not touched with your soul.

All I need is you.

If I could go on without much conscious, I'd write several meters of parchment telling you exactly what I think of you and how wonderfully pure your skin is, with or without scars. They are nothing to be ashamed of, I, too, have scars that I hide. I can tell you with certainty that many people here have it. I could go on and tell you a list of names, but mine shall have to suffice.

Instead, I tell you what my mind calls you when I'm dreaming of you: my Moon, my Guiding Light, my Guiding Star. I'm only aware and home when I have you in my mind. I beg once more for your forgiveness and your understanding of my unthought actions and recklessness in confrontation.

I shan't do it again, that much I can promise you.

In exchange for breaking your trust, I give you my biggest secret: my scars were given to me by my father; he has promised to not do it again, but I'm never sure, not when he drinks. The problem is that he's always drinking, which is why I don't drink – my biggest fear is becoming my father.

I hope my secret can appease yours.

Faithfully yours,

Regulus A. Black,

Your dear boyfriend and partner if you so wish to continue.

Pandora raised the bouquet that Regulus had sent alongside the letter.

"Those flowers are different from his last ones," Luna mused.

"Because this is him telling you a message, last time he was just copying his father giving his mum her favourite flower," Pandora explained.

Amanda cooed from her bed, leaning forward to see the flowers better, still a bit upset that Luna had refused to let anybody read the letter – including Pandora this time around.

"And what is it saying?" Rosalie asked, chewing on her gum with little interest. She was fixing her hair, glaring at herself in the bathroom mirror when it didn't look the way she wanted it to.

"These are columbines, these are red carnations, and these are pink camellias."

Columbines were red and pink, small and slightly pointing to the ground, even if fresh. Red carnations were full and fat flowers of vibrant carnations. And pink camellias were very full as well, but a much softer colour.

"And what do they mean? You said he was trying to send a message," Marta said.

Pandora narrowed her eyes at the flowers.

"Columbines are 'folly' or 'foolishness', now the red carnations are trying to bring attention to his own heart through 'love' and 'affection', and lastly there are the pink camellias means 'longing'. In general, I'd imagine this could mean his apology," Pandora said.

"So, the flowers are like a sentence," Amanda said.

"Pretty much," agreed Pandora. "Something alike 'I was a fool, alas my poor heart still longs for you', I'd imagine."

Marta looked down at the small box at the foot of the bed, the box with a Switzerland flag on the bonbons. It was quite clearly expensive, and Luna had refused to it yet at that point, which meant that most girls were staring at the bonbons with mouths watering in interest and hunger.

"Do you think we can go to breakfast now?" Rosalie said. "I'm starving and we're already late, convalescing like rich ladies over a letter."

"It seems like a good letter," Amanda said, trying to smooth the situation over.

"We wouldn't know. Luna won't let us read it," Marta joked.

Marta, while curious, wouldn't be upset about not being allowed to read something, but Rosalie – gossipy and far too nosy for her own good – however, did appear to be bitter with Luna's private decision.

Luna put her newest letter in her skirt's pocket and nodded, throwing on her cloak over the uniform so they could leave for breakfast.

Pandora was the first out of the door.

The whole way to the Great Hall, Marta and Pandora spoke of their newest textbook in Care for Magical Creatures, which Luna had no knowledge on. Amanda stood beside Luna, crossing her arms in front of her body as they walked by a group of Slytherin boys a couple of years older than them.

"What is it?" Luna asked, noticing her colleague tensing up.

"Rabastan Lestrange," Amanda answered.

Amanda was a muggleborn, it was no surprise that sometimes purebloods from Slytherin could make her uncomfortable or even scared with a single look, but the surprise was that it was Rabastan Lestrange that was leaving her in that state.

Rabastan could be an arse, that much was obvious, but he wasn't dangerous. He was far too stupid to be dangerous, unless he was with his group of friends, which left him stupid, reckless and eager to show off. Unfortunately for the world, in his very last year, Rabastan seemed to have befriended Severus Snape (even though he was a sixth-year) and a couple of other students that had money, brains, brawn or power; the group included: Corban Yaxley (also a seventh-year), Dorian Burke (sixth-year alongside Snape), and the twins Amycus and Alecto Carrow (sixth-years as well).

"That group is going to be trouble," Amanda whispered.

Rosalie, who had been walking right behind them made a noise.

"I doubt it," Rosalie said, raising her eyebrows. "I mean, what damage can he do in his last year?"

"Rabastan isn't the problem, he's just the face of it," Amanda tried to explain her concern.

"Rabastan Lestrange doesn't have brains enough to be a problem," Rosalie insisted.

"No, just money enough to get free from it," Luna grumbled.

Rosalie grimaced, but didn't say otherwise. She knew that Luna was correct in that matter.

"Severus Snape is the one we should worry about," Amanda said with a solemn nod. "He's been too quiet."

"Snape is done with pranks," was all that Luna said.

Amanda looked at her curiously, but said nothing.

"Those twins, though... they are trouble. They're not very smart, but I saw them duelling a couple of weeks ago and they are good at it. They're the powerful ones," Rosalie said. "Rabastan is the rich bastard. Dorian Burke, though..." she sighed in disappointment, "someone that handsome should've been nicer, he's cruel."

"They all can be cruel, he's just honest with his cruelty," Pandora suddenly said, looking over her shoulder. Luna hesitated, allowing Rosalie and Amanda to walk forth while she stuttered in her steps for some reason. "Dorian Burke knows who he is and he's proud of it. Not many people in his situation can say the same."

"In his situation?" Luna asked, frowning.

Pandora started right into her eyes for a second, but didn't seem to see her well.

"In families like mine," was her answer.

Luna felt a chill going up her spine suddenly. It was cold and bitter, like the sharpest winter had been injected into her spinal cord, making all her muscles clench around something inside of herself that she couldn't find – as if she was losing something, and losing it fast. She let the feeling slip through her fingers in silence and nodded at Pandora.

Amanda glanced between the two, clearly noticing the silent exchange of several missing meanings.

"If a person is cruel, rarely they're at it," Amanda agreed.

"I clean forgot how terrible Burke could be until he threw mud at Morris a few weeks ago," Marta said. "Told him to go back to his own country. As if Morris didn't have every right to be here. He was accepted into this school as well!"

But Morris didn't need to worry too much about it. Being a half-blood had its perks, besides he was dating Marta, a known pureblood from Scotland, which made him even safer, even if her family was known for being 'blood-traitors' for generations. Who had to worry was Amanda Richards and Rosalie Livingston, both muggleborns and loud in their pride.

"Did he do something to you, girls?" Luna asked.

Rosalie shook her head, dismissing the idea completely, but Amanda glanced over her shoulder towards the corridor they had crossed the group.

"They can be mean," Amanda said.

"Did somebody hurt you?" Luna insisted on her question, frowning.

"No. I'm fine," Amanda said, shaking her head. "But they can be scary, even if they don't speak."

"Sometimes eyes can be louder than your mouth, ask Luna," Pandora said.

Luna raised her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Luna asked, somewhat offended already.

"Oh, well, you are loud with your thoughts. Very loud," Pandora said as if it was obvious. "Regulus is always worried when you're in public because of it. You think it and your eyes scream it. I don't even need to break down Occlumency shields to know your thoughts sometimes, and I'm very bad in understanding people's thoughts."

Whether she was talking about empathy (which would be a lie, because Pandora was a very sympathetic and empathetic girl, always keen to learn and help in her own way, perhaps too much sometimes) or the talent that some wizards seemed to have in breaking down Occlumency shields like the ones that Regulus knew how to build, Luna wasn't sure; either way, she hoped that Pandora was wrong, even though she knew that her friend was right.

Inside the Great Hall, the noise was louder than usual.

Sirius Black had his head thrown back and laughed loudly at something that Marlene McKinnon had said, even Lily Evans seemed entertained, chin on her hand as she watched the two people across the table from her with an amused smile.

Luna watched for a moment as she walked to her usual place with surprising bitterness at Sirius' happiness.

Someone cleared their throat behind her.

Turning, Luna locked her jaw at the image of Regulus Black standing right behind her, hands behind his back.

Amanda giggled to herself as she sat facing the scene, moving from her usual place just to watch whatever was about to happen. Rosalie smiled, leaning to her and whispering quietly in her ear.

"Good morning," she greeted, somewhat coldly.

"Good morning, Luna," he said, tone soft. "I'm sorry for what I did and for what I said. There were better ways for that conversation to have gone and, because of me, they didn't happen."

"I didn't make it any easier to you, I must say," she admitted.

"Regardless of your part in our discussion, which was minimal, I can assure you, it is my fault," he said. "I did something that made you uncomfortable and I crossed an unspoken line that should've been obvious even if you didn't say it out loud – it was clear and I ignored it because I wanted to ignore it, not because I didn't see it. I knew it was wrong. Pandora told me to stop, and I didn't. I'm sorry."

"Regulus –"

"I'm sorry for cutting off, but I wanted to ask if the letter was good enough, because if we can go somewhere slightly more private I can apologise in details," he said, glancing around as he noticed that the Hall was growing quieter from people trying to listen to their conversation. "I do not think I can find another word to say in front of you than 'sorry', and I fear it's not enough. I was scared."

"I didn't tell you."

"You didn't have to," he said, shaking his head. "I ad the right to ask if it was what I thought it was, and I should've believed right away when you said it wasn't instead of insisting upon it and... hurting you. I made you upset. I made you cry."

"You did," she admitted. "But a lot things made me upset and made me cry the last few months, so..." she shrugged, trying to dismiss how serious his trespassing had been.

"I didn't want to be one of them," he said.

Luna smiled at his honest tone.

Shifting more nervously than Regulus usually did in situations much more wrecking than apologising to his girlfriend, he glanced around the hall again before looking back at Luna's eyes, meeting her gaze with some determination behind his lips pressing against one another. He cleared his throat again before pulling his hands from behind his back to present a small black velvet box.

"Words sometimes aren't enough," he said. "This is something simpler than what I wanted to buy for you, but I advised that some of my presents could... surpass the usual gifts one would give in our situation, but I wanted to give you something to show that I care and how truly sorry I am."

Luna looked at the box as if it was going to bite her. Regulus always had a way to throw more money towards her without even realising how terrifyingly comfortable and casual it looked to him.

"You gave me flowers and chocolate already, they're in my bedroom," she told him, shaking her head at the box. "Regulus, you really don't have to buy –"

"Please," he interrupted her again gently. "It's simply a token of my affection for you. Words that should've been said in better feelings and in a better situation. Allow me to rectify my biggest mistake: being unkind with the scariest truth I had in me."

He opened the box to reveal a gold necklace, thin and discreet enough that Luna actually thought about using it. At the lowest part of it there was a small gemstone sparkling in the morning light, a pale blue hue that looked like calm seas and the clear summer skies ever so rare in Scotland. Day. Not night.

Never night for them.

"Aquamarine," he said.

"It's a beautiful colour," she said, for that was all she knew.

"It's from Mozambique," he said. "My Uncle Alphard was a few years ago and befriended a man, whose wife is in love with gemstones. I wrote to him, requested some help. He said that she was ever keened to help a boy in love with a girl, especially if the girl looked great in blue." He took the necklace from the box, resting it on his hand palm to show it off to her. "I thought about requesting something orange, but I thought you'd like aquamarine regardless. It's said to bring out the courage already residing within the wearer, and it brings inner peace. I thought you could use some peace after all the trouble I put you through."

Luna stared at the necklace, doing her best not to think how much it had been. She could feel the sincerity in his gesture, and it was touching, but it was expensive, and it was more than she was used to.

She reached for it hesitantly, fingers brushing against the cold necklace and his warm skin.

"Thank you, Regulus. It's beautiful," she said, voice just above a whisper.

Whether she talked of the gesture or the necklace itself, he wasn't sure, but Regulus smiled.

"Did you like it?" he asked, hopeful.

"I love it."

"M-May I?" he stuttered, holding the necklace up.

She nodded, turning around and pulling her braid to the side, allowing him to clasp it around her neck. He fumbled with it for a second, but his fingers were gentle, even if it took him some time. He gave an awkward laugh when he was done, giving half a step away before she turned to look at him.

The aquamarine pendant rested in the hollow of her throat.

He wanted to reach for it and touch it, press it against her skin. He held himself back. People could not hear them, but they could see them. He needed to keep himself proudly proper for their sake.

"It suits you," he said. "I hope that I can buy you jewellery someday when I don't have to apologise."

She ended up smiling at that.

"Well, I'm not complaining," she joked.

He reached for her, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"I hope it serves as a reminder that you don't need to face everything alone, even if it looks like I'll lose my mind. Everybody is entitled to their own secrets, but mine can be just as bad as yours, and I'm willing to share – let this calm sea under your control be a reminder that I can take it," he said.

She continued smiling even though her eyes burned a bit. Gratitude and relief. That was a mix of feelings that she wasn't expecting.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I should've trusted you. I knew that you weren't going to be mad at me, but I was embarrassed. I don't like how it looks, I don't like how it feels and I don't like how I'm treated when people find out. I was scared it was going to change."

"Nothing it going to change the way I see you," he promised her. "You're just as beautiful, smart and charming as ever, and now I can see how strong you are as well."

She looked at him, thinking of what to say.

"I really like you," she managed to choke out. "I want to make this work."

It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. There was a difference between 'I'm in love with you' and 'I really like you', but he knew that it was the closest thing to being reciprocated that he had ever gotten in his life. He was glad. He was content. He was patient, if she needed him to be so.

"I really like you, too. I hope I made it clear. I'll be better," he promised.

She glanced at the Ravenclaw table where the girls were giggling and watching them, even Pandora. They couldn't hear them, but they could imagine very well the exchange of soft words.

"Do you want to eat with us?" Luna asked. "You can sit with us."

He raised his eyebrows.

Couples that did that were usually very serious about their relationship.

"Evan and Barty can survive a morning without me. Eating with you and your friends would be an honour," he said with a nod.

Regulus was led by Luna to the Ravenclaw table, smiling politely at the girls as he was introduced to them officially, and even shook Morris' hand firmly when Morris offered it.

Through the whole meal, Regulus hand brushed against Luna's, and once it rested on the small of her back before it reached for a careful caress of her waist. Luna smiled through the whole meal and ate more than she usually did, too happy to care.

Officially, there wasn't supposed to be a letter, but as an apology of mine for taking so long, you guys got a letter as well. 

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