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‧⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧

"Peter Pettigrew is the mole."

i laughed, it was completely comical. Peter Pettigrew? a mole? it was not even a possibility.

i watched his face search for something, he began to walk forward.

"you seem to think that i would believe that my friend, no, my brother, is the mole? you must perceive me to be either completely stupid or a mad woman Black,"
i spoke with a humiliating tone.

he was surely stooping to his lowest point.

"Peter Pettigrew is the mole and he has traded the lives of your friends for glory. this is no laughter matter. he has told us everything. he has sold not only his soul, but each and everyone of your friends too."

"is this life that you are living really driving you this insane Black? it must be if you think that i would believe your lies. you could at least try to make the lies more convincing. i will have to compliment you on the acting, you could take it up as a career."

it was then that Black took my hand and began to pull me from the room.

"keep your mouth shut."

his stare made me hold my breath. his nostrils flared while his hand held mine so tightly, i thought it may break.

his long strides lead me down the empty hallway did not allow me to speak up, the voices of guests travelled up onto the third floor.
he opened an unfamiliar door and dragged me in.

"look around Rosier, recognise anything?" he said theatrically. his arms raised and a manic smile on his face. the room was empty. nothing put an unmade bed and an empty dresser. i looked at him with confusion. he huffed and brushed past me.

"you would think that for the, quote on quote, brightest witch of our age, that you would know a simple disillusionment spell if it was plastered right in front of your face,"
Regulus Black was far past irritated.

he delicately whispered a spell and suddenly the dresser was filled with clothing, the colour of sheets had changed and a singular poster of the Beatles was strung on the wall covered in a film of dust.

it was only after minuets of dazed staring that i noticed thad a red and gold scarf appeared wrapped around the bed post.

"how am i to believe that you have not planned this? it would not be hard for you to simply change bedsheets and hang a poster. this scarf could be something you have simply stolen?" my words were so close to throwing him over the edge.

he threw the scarf into my chest.
i flinched as i caught it. he took long deep breaths as he watched me.

i examined the piece of clothing in my hands,
a chestnut brown patch stained it's length. the stain laid just above a white piece of cloth sown into knitted material, his mother had always insisted.
'
Property of Peter Pettigrew'

i looked up to Regulus with wide eyes.
"how could i have stolen it? what would i want with a scarf? do you think i spend my spare time riffling through Gryffindor's lost and found?" he drawled.