philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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xxiii||christmas at the blacks
Regulus wakes up to the sun peaking through the gapes in his curtains and instantly rolls over, facing away from the windows. He hears shouting downstairs, probably his mother — Walburga Black — telling the house elf, Kreacher, to clean up some more before the guests arrive. The events of the evening a few days ago flash through Regulus' mind making him bury his face into the pillow further, his tousled hair falling over his face.
"Regulus Black!" A sharp voice yells as loud footsteps approach the bedroom at the end of the hallway. The door slams open and Regulus jumps slightly, moving his head from his pillow and looking at his mother. Walburga Black is a rather tall woman with jet black hair that's now tied back in a tight, neat bun at the back of her head, her eyes a dark shade of green, almost brown in the dim light of Regulus' bedroom and a long, black dress is what she's wearing.
Her pale face twists when she sees her son is still shirtless in bed at seven o'clock in the morning on Christmas Day when their relatives will be there in less than an hour.
"You get up, and you get up now, boy!" Walburga snaps before exiting the bedroom and shutting the door with a loud slam making Regulus wince and falling back onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. He rolls over and falls out of bed onto his feet, rubbing his face tiredly as he strolls across the room to the bathroom.
After he showers, Regulus gets dressed into a black shirt and some grey pants, taking Maria's copy of Romeo and Juliet for a few minutes to flick through a few pages that he left off on before trudging down the stairs and into the kitchens were Kreacher is bustling about making the Christmas breakfast for when the rest of the Black family arrive.
"Master Regulus." Kreacher greets, bowing low so his nose almost touches the ground and Regulus offers the house elf a tight lipped smile as he grabs a mug off one of the shelves and begins to make himself coffee. Regulus can't understand why families pressure everything on their house elves — the cleaning, the cooking, even shopping in some cases. So, he tries to help Kreacher when his mother isn't around to stop him, even though Kreacher isn't too pleasant, Regulus can tell he appreciates the help.
Regulus finishes making his coffee and gives Kreacher a nod goodbye as he trudges out of the kitchens and towards the dining room where his mother and father are no doubt sat arguing over stupid pure blood topics with a few other Blacks.
He walks in and sees his mother and father — Walburga and Orion Black — his aunt Druella and Uncle Cygnus, along with their daughters Bellatrix and Narcissa. They have another daughter called Andromeda but she fell in love with a muggle born wizard called Edward and ran off to have her own life with him, leaning her — like Sirius — disowned. Regulus secretly admired Andromeda for having that sort of courage, he certainly knows he couldn't do something so drastic and against his parents. There's also Narcissa's husband, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix's husband and his brother, Rodolphus and Rabastan LeStrange.
