𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

chapter three ━━━ major arse

               "SO. . ." Ophelia chews on her bottom lip as she opens the door to the back garden, "welcome to the garden, I suppose."

    Regulus raises his brows at her as he walks in, "You suppose?"

    Ophelia rolls her eyes at him as she guides him through the grass, pointing and explaining the shrubs and flora here and there.

    "And there, that's the rose garden, where we currently have around fifty shrubs, I think. Over there are the dittany plants, which, I'm sure you must know, has extensive healing—"

    "Listen," Regulus cuts through her explanation, which makes her scowl. "We don't have to talk. I just need to put on the ring on your finger by the end of this day, that's it."

    Ophelia scoffs in disbelief, "Well, excuse you! I was just trying to be friendly with my soon to be husband!"

    "Yes, exactly, husband," he says impatiently, "So you already got what you wanted. You managed to snag me. You'll get all our wealth and the name to the Black family as soon as we finish school. So be content with that and don't irritate me."

    There is a short pause.

    "Are— are you calling me a gold digger?!"

    Regulus narrows his eyes. "I didn't say that. Don't put words into my mouth."

    Thump!

    "Ow! What did you do that for—?!" Regulus yelled, massaging his head from Ophelia's fist.

    "For calling me a gold digger!"

    "I did no such thing—"

    "'You already got what you wanted,'" Ophelia mocks his words, hands on her hips, "That's basically the same thing!"

    "It is not!"

    "You think real high of yourself, don't you?" she sneers, "But not everything is about you! Just because you're from the Black family doesn't mean that I'm marrying you for status and money!"

    "Then what are you doing it for?" Regulus asks coldly, folding his arms over his chest, "I can't think of any other reason."

    "I can't say that," Ophelia whispers after a moment. "And it's none of your business anyway!"

    "None of my— I'm going to be your husband, you pinhead! I think that it very well is my business!"

    "Well, better a pinhead than a suck-up like you!"

    With that, she storms away from him to the door to leave.

    "Wait," Regulus persists, quickly catching hold of her wrist. "You can't go back there."

    "And why is that?"

    "My parents will think I did something wrong if you go back so furiously. . ."

    "But you did!" Ophelia glares at him, "You were a major arse!"

    "Please," Regulus mumbles, loosening his grip on Ophelia's hand. "mother will be angry. . ."

    And as she looks into Regulus' eyes, she realises she was wrong before. They weren't hard and unfeeling as Mrs Black's eyes. They are a soft brown, Ophelia realises. Like melted chocolate.

    "Fine," she mutters, shaking his hand off of her and marching away, "I won't."

    She walks off and sits on a swing hanging from a large tree, not looking up as Regulus sat in the one beside her.

    "Just because I didn't tell your mother doesn't mean I still don't hate you, okay?"

    "Okay," there is an undetectable smile dancing on Regulus' lips. "the feeling is mutual. You annoy me."

    "Well, you're annoying-er!"

    Regulus snorts, "That's not a word, Ophelia. It just further proves my point that you are an idiot."

   "You—" Ophelia brings up her hand to whack him on the head again, but a voice interrupts them.

    "Ophelia, Regulus," Mrs Fawley walks in, "Dinner will be ready soon; would guys like to go freshen up?"

    "Yes, mum."

    She gets up and offers her hand to Regulus once more. "Coming?"

    This time, Regulus takes it.

author's note ━━━ merry christmas to those who celebrate it!!