❛ ₊ ˚ 𖤐 . ∘ ┊ 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗟𝗨𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞.
━━ "tell me to run or dare to sit and
watch what we'll become and drink
my husband's wine."
in which many years after his one and
only love ended and...
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𝘒𝘙𝘖𝘝𝘖𝘡𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘕𝘖𝘚𝘛
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( trigger warnings: mentions of death )
"For the tenth time, Winter, this is protocol!" a man said, his hands firmly pressed against his broad chest as he blocked the way. "No visits allowed after midnight."
"I don't give a bloody damn about your stupid protocol, Ross. I need to talk to my witness right now. And no, it can't wait until the morning," Winter snapped back.
"Why not? Mrs. Lacework is sleeping, don't you think she's had enough for today? She lost her husband today, for Merlin's sake. Show some sympathy and let the poor woman rest for one night."
Regulus sat behind Winter, sighing every now and then. Ross Burton, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was guarding Mrs. Lacework's door and he didn't seem like he had any intention of moving anytime soon.
But Winter was hellbent on making it happen.
"Are you going to take the blame if she dies before I get to question her? She is my only lead and sadly, I need her to be alive and breathing to get vital information out of her, so you either move or I'll—"
"—Ten minutes, Winter," Ross said, finally giving in. "If you two don't come back here when the time's up, I'm personally dragging you out of her room."
"Ten minutes is more than enough for me." As she spoke, Winter stepped closer to Officer Ross, invading the man's personal space.
Close, a little too close.
Impressive, Regulus thought as he watched how Winter talked her way through this situation. This man wasn't an ordinary guard, he was the one in charge with the national law enforcement. If anything went wrong, if anyone found out about this breach of protocol, he would be in big trouble.
But still, he let them pass.
For a moment, however, Regulus found himself wondering what Ross Burton's relationship with Detective Swift was, given how informal they were speaking to each other and the way his cheeks flushed red when she leaned in. But he couldn't dwell on it too much, his mind had to focus elsewhere. On Mrs. Lacework.
"Excuse us for barging in at this late hour," Winter said as soon as she walked in the room, taking out her badge and presenting it to the widow. "I'm Inspector Detective Winter Swift from the Department of Mysteries and this is my appointed consultant, Regulus Black. We're here to talk about your husband."
