philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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cxxxix || party crashers
May rolls in fast and the order are trying even harder to keep up with the death eaters yet even when they're certain their meetings are completely secret, the death eaters are somehow always one step ahead. They can't seem to figure it out, so naïve, so trusting.
Dumbledore had requested a meeting with both Maria and Regulus a few nights ago and they'd complied, meeting him in the Three Broomsticks at midday. He had told them of a ball to be hosted, a pure-blood ball. He told them that he suspects plenty of death eaters will be lurking around the venue and that their job is to identify and, if safe, capture as many death eaters as they possibly can without being caught.
Regulus had been against the idea at first, but he eventually agreed when Maria had told him that everything would be fine. He knows that she's right because Riddle wouldn't kill Maria. For some reason he's quite against having the Potter woman dead. But that leaves the other reckless death eaters as well as the possibility of her being caught in crossfire or an explosion.
"Do you think this is too much? Were supposed to be discreet." Maria asks as she stands before the mirror in their bedroom, dressed in her black and gold dress that's tight against her skin down to just below her hips when it flows to the ground in plain black fabric.
"Ria, you will never been discreet." Regulus shrugs as he fastens the buttons on the wrists of his white sleeves. "And we definitely won't. I don't understand why Dumbledore asked us to do this."
"Who else could?" Maria asks with a small sigh, glancing to Nova's crib where she lies awake and fiddling with the stuffed toy. "When are James and Lily coming?"
"Ten minutes." Regulus smiles, placing his hands on her hips and resting his chin on her shoulder, inhaling her addictive scent. "You look stunning."
"You don't look too bad." Maria jokes and Regulys rolls his eyes as she turns to face him, pecking his lips before moving to the side of Nova's crib. "Hi, baby." She whispers with a bright smile as she lifts Nova into her arms, hugging her close. "Me and your Daddy will be back soon, okay? Uncle Prongs will take care of you."
Maria presses a kiss to her temple, cradling her close and Regulus smiles as he shrugs on the black waistcoat. He always knew that Maria would be a good mother, but witnessing her love for their child the past two months has become his new favourite thing. She's so gentle yet so protective, her eyes light up every time Nova does something new. Like yesterday, Regulus had watched Maria's face light up because Nova had lifted her head up alone. His girls are a good escape from the order's current state.
