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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cxxviii||undercover
That beautiful sense of normality didn't last, as per usual. The group of young adults are currently out, Diagon Alley to be more specific. They're separated, which automatically made their plans for the day seem less and less amazing by the second.
Despite Regulus' protests, Maria is sat outside a small coffee shop across the street from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, sipping a steaming cup of tea with a silk bandana tied over her hair and dark sunglasses covering her face. She had told Sirius that it was way to cliché but he'd insisted on the glasses for everyone. She's wearing a black jacket and heels that make her look much taller.
The aim is to identify more death eaters to be able to alert the ministry of potential dark wizards. Maria sighs, placing the tea cup down onto the table and standing up, her eyes narrowed on two men dressed in dark robes with suspicious expressions on their faces.
Her heels clatter against the cobblestone as she walks with ease towards them, her shoulder colliding with the taller one's and he grunts.
"Oh! I am terribly sorry." Maria feigns a polite and innocent tone, gently squeezing his arm with a sweet smile on her face and she can practically feel the dark magic oozing from his forearm. He glares at her for a moment before nodding and she smiles, wandering away and quickly turning down a side street, scribbling the two names down on her list.
It's funny that so many death eaters decide to hide in plain sight. Maria sighs, stuffing the small piece of parchment into her pocket and leaning back against the brick wall that feels uneven against her spine.
The Potter brings a hand to rest upon her stomach, pursing her lips and tapping her fingers gently. At first, she and Regulus were fighting for each other and then for their friends. But now they're fighting for something more pure than all of that, and it's currently nesting inside her womb.
Maria had never seen Regulus speak so passionately about her protection like he did the previous night when they discussed their plan. He was adamant that he wanted her to stay home, but knowing that she wouldn't settle for that he at least wanted her by his side.
But they all knew that would be too obvious.
What if the death eaters that knew them were lurking around? Seeing Maria and Regulus looking incredibly intimidating in their black jackets and sunglasses would probably raise some question. They would be found out immediately.
Regulus is stood against a wall beside Olivanders, his arms folded as he taps his foot in anticipation. He also thought the sunglasses were a stupid and useless attempt of coverup but he had eventually obliged simply to shut Sirius up. He has a list of four people stuffed in his leather jacket pocket, knowing that each of the others would have around the same — maybe more.
