From Eden - Regulus Black (Complete)

Chapter Forty-One

SECOND SEASON trailer-

BETWEEN AUGUST AND SEPTEMBER

18th August, 1976.

My Anne-Girl,

I have failed deeply to get you a good birthday present after such an eventful night and morning, I had no idea it was your birthday. This, however, brought forth several questions within me; my dear friend, we seem to know so much and so little about each other at the same time.

I know your plans in detail, I know your deepest secrets and fears, and yet, at the same time, I failed to realise I have no idea of your favourite food, song, colour, clothes, jewellery or the most basic thing: your favourite school subject. So, in this letter, I'm trying to redeem myself and my poor idea of friendship with asking you to talk more about yourself.

Once more, lying in bed and thinking of what to give you as a birthday, I could not think of something worthy of you. There are not enough books to give to my saviour.

I give you then a song.

Carrots, I hate to say how quick this song was made, but I'm proud to announce that it was made thinking of your friendship. I call it 'Je Te Laisserai De Mots', something similar to 'I'll leave you word' in English, though I suppose I'll leave you a note is a much better translation. I did it during my private French class – I know, how boring and pureblood of me, but the Blacks are usually born and some even raised in France, though that was the only tradition I broke (ironic, isn't it; the one that obeys the most, broke a rule by being born in the place in the wrong time).

Underneath, there's the sheet and the lyrics. I hope you enjoy it.

{Je te laisserai de mots/ en sous de ta porte/ en sous de la lune qui chante/ tou près de la place où te pieds passent/ caché dans les trous de temp d'hiver/ et quand tu es seule pendant un instant/ Embrasse moi quando tu voudras}

Nothing much, I assure you my dear, but I suppose I'm rather proud of what I managed to write. I hope you can understand French.

With great excitement, I wait for your answer,

Your false and much richer Gilbert Blythe.

PS: Mother insisted that I'm not allowed to go anywhere for the rest of the summer for leaving Miss Romanova alone. It was worth it.

August 18th, 1976.

Dearest King Black,

I suppose that shall do for now, your name I mean, because your song was quite beautiful.

Still, I start this letter saying that I do not speak French by any means and that I can't play the piano half as beautifully as I heard you can manage to do. I have, however, Sirius nearby every now and then and I managed to convince him to play it for me and tell me the translation of the song. I loved it with all my heart, it was one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done to me – actually, the most, I'm sure.