All of the stars (regulus Black)

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The next morning it was as if the jokes shared between the two third years had never happened. The cold shoulder she had been given made her feel like she had dreamt the whole thing. She spent the entire morning mentally retracing her steps in order to think what she could possibly have done to the dark haired boy in order to receive this treatment.

The Morning was cold and the air tasted bitter as she breathed in the chilled air. As Estelle stalked her way through the grounds of the manner, Grass crunching freshly under her feet, she breathed heavily in wonder. She, in her years of trying to forget the wonders of the Manor, had truly misplaced her love for the place and on the winter's morning she found herself thinking like this wasn't the place she grew up. Like this was somebody else's home and she loved it.

She had forgotten all of the memories her James and their family had made in the large gardens owned by the Potter's. They even had made muggle friends and invited them over to play. She stopped at the end of the garden looking around. This had been the very places James had taught her how to ride a broom. Also the very place he had kissed her knee better when she inevitably fell, swearing she wouldn't be caught dead getting on another broom. James as he always did chuckled and shook his head, dismissing his sister's claim.

She missed the way the men in the family used to hold her and she missed how much she used to enjoy it. Estelle thought about how much being shipped off to Beauxbatons changed her life for the worse. James crept up behind his sister placing his hands on her shoulders. Gently with no intent to scare but she jumped nonetheless.

"Oh sorry Essie, I didn't mean to scare you! What are you thinking about," He spoke barely above a whisper as if trying not to disturb the piece of the nature of the land.

"Nothing important just broom riding," she stopped her voice. " where are the others?" She questioned turning to look only to see that their 4 visitors were not outside with them.

"Oh um it's early Sirius and Remus are still sleeping and the others are eating breakfast in the kitchen, I just wanted to see how you were, everything is changing," James replied smiling at Estelle with care lacing his eyes.

She replied with barely a nod and James led them on the short walk back to the main house of the manor practically retracing her steps back though the garden smelling the sweet air and garden trees and relieving it as her seven year old self chasing her brother between the trees. When they arrived in the kitchen Remus had joined them all sitting at the table eating porridge.

"Mother I'm not hungry," She spoke, noticing her mother placing food in the bowl and that the only seat left at the table was with the only boy who was giving her the cold shoulder. In her head she'd rather go without breakfast than have to sit suffering the silence of a Black brother.

"Are you sure sweetie?" She replied gently nodding. Looking her daughter up and down trying to figure out the matter.

"Yeah i don't know what it is just not feeling it today," She said turning around and up to the grand staircase of the Potter household. Creaking up to the steps on her heavy door. Her sickness, although must've luckily been a day long thing, had taken her energy enough to make her want to do nothing all day and so he placed her body on her bean bag and read rather than sleeping like she'd suggested for herself.

As the pages turned however, her mind once again drifted to the boy she wanted to forget. How can you act all friendly to someone and then pretend you've never met them after sleeping in their house. It made her livid. If he wasn't going to talk to her then she would make no effort to talk to him. Starting from after she asked him why.

And so just after sitting down she got back up to open her door with fury only to be met with the hard tall body of a Mr Regulus Arcturus Black. She huffed in his chest like she had lost.

" What do you want Mr Black," She backed back into her room. He eyed her looking for a sign of anger or upset but he read none. She was good at hiding it, he thought.

"We can't be friends," He spoke all of a sudden. "Your family like muggle borns and you won't even be a slytherin," He charged out with a hint of sadness in his soft grey eyes.

"I might be a Slytherin," Estelle sassed back ignoring his other points.

"The fact that you are fighting for the start of whatever this friendship is tells me you aren't going to be as well as the little green bauble on the bottom of your tree, you are too nice and therefore we can't be friends,"

The anger she heard outweighed the blush appearing on her face from the fact that he had noticed her bauble on the tree.

"Get out," she said, her eyes glossing over. She saw the flash of hurt in his orbs. As he gasped out a 'what' she carried on.

"You heard me, we aren't friends are we? And if we aren't friends then there is no reason for you to be in my bedroom so get out," she almost cried pushing the boy out. She had never been so humiliated. So hurt by someone who had gone from saving her to breaking her heart all in the space of less than 24 hours. She was tired and hurt and it was barely 7 am.