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( January 1979 )
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REGULUS SAT IN HIS USUAL SPOT IN THE GREAT HALL, DOING NOTHING OTHER THAN SULKING AND GLARING AT THOSE HE DID NOT FAVOR THE EXISTENCE OF. In skipped Libillule, and like metal to a magnet, his eyes were drawn to her. Her exhilarating aura brought a bubbly feeling from the deepest depths of his stomach as he watched her large glasses bounce on her nose with every hop she took. Then she turned her attention to him.
His attention fell from her as he went back to glaring at the group of students who had been laughing loudly at whatever it was they had found funny. Regulus was biased of course. Libillule too had a very loud laugh. Not that he had ever been the cause of the sound. But he knew it was there.
"Why don't we like them?" a voice questioned. He attempted to hide his flinch but couldn't help it when Libillule had been with her cheek nearly pressed against his bicep while she sat beside him. Black innocently moved his arm so it would be, the seeping feeling of her warm cheek against his freckled arm being so new yet so nice all at once and the cold tinge of her large glasses as they lifted slightly.
"They're too loud," he said, that being the first time she had heard him speak since October. She had been beginning to forget the sound.
Libillule lifted her head adjusting her glasses, "I'm loud."
Regulus shrugged, "you're different."
"How so?" She pushed her glasses up on her nose, Regulus sparing her a glance as she did so.
He shrugged again. How long until he gives himself back problems? "You just are."
"Yes, but how?
"You ask too many questions," he grumbled now remembering why he didn't like her at the beginning of the school year.
Dupont turned her body to face him more while he barely did. "Am I beginning to get on their level?"
The boy turned his head to examine her better than he had before. Since when did she have freckles? "Not likely."
"Does Regulus Black perhaps have a soft spot for moi?" she teased putting a hand over her chest.
He shook his head, the faintest smile present. "Not likely." An idea came to mind in Libillule, she quickly stood, Black's bicep in her hand attempting to bring him with her. "What the hell are you doing?"
