A Warlock's Hairy Heart {Regulus A. Black}

Chapter 5

The leaves were falling in the woods around the castle. Some fell immidioutly to the groud, while others got carried around by the cool autumn breez. They flew up and down, right and left until they finally found their own place to settle down. That was one of the metaphors Constance liked to turn around in her head. She thought it described that everyone in the end finds a place in the world eventhough it may take longer for some.

The fact that Winter was nearing didn't stop the Sun from sending nice warm rays that were now caressing Constance's cheeks as she sat in the owlery enjoying the weather she soon knew would leave.

After a second of thought she went to fish out a certain light orange notebook from her satchel and afterwards carefully opened it.

Dear Diary,

I went to meet Aberforth today. Just like Albus Dumbledore had asked me to. And all I can say is that the man is nothing like his brother. At least not manor-wise.

I guess I haven't written this yet, but I had been asked by Dumbledore to help Aberforth around the house and the Hog's Head Inn. In his opinion it'll help me get a better position at the hospital. A position that would let me do more for the people. Alas yesterday my new job began.

From first glance Aberforth really is nothing, but a grumpy and rude man. However in my experience no one is just that. Maybe it's only a shield to protect himself? Living in Albus Dumbledore's shadow probably was not the most easy thing.

At least that is my theory at the moment for the few words he spoke to me were a long way from nice. I think not even a greeting was exchanged between us... Anyway I'm sure my next visit will go better. It has too.

I'll try to write more next time.

J. F.

J. F.? Constance thought. From all the signatures written until then she had never used her initials however insted of surfing through the diary to discover more she got interupted by something she did not expect.

A loud thump sounded from the girl's right making her stand up swiftly dropping the notebook out of the owlery in the proces. Speechless she stood in place desperately observing the notebook falling further and further away until it simply landed on the leaf covered dirt.

"Oh Merlin, I'm terribly sorry to have scared you like that," a boyish voice suddenly spoke from her side.

Constance took a quick glance at the boy noting his light brown hair and worried expression however as she looked back to the place the diary had fallen she could only choke out two words,"The notebook."

"What?" the boy asked confused.

"It...it just.." the Hufflepuff was in such a shock she kept throwing her hands around. "I need to get it," she decided and ran towards the stairs leading out.

"Wait you dropped it?" yelled the boy after her.

But her mind was racing a hundred kilometres per hour. She lost a diary for Merlin's sake. A diary that wasn't even her own. It was a gift and now she lost it. She couldn't believe her clumsiness. If she were never to find it again she would never forgive herself for it.

Without a second to spare she ran around the tower to a place she had seen it fall and started searching frantically around. She didn't mind the mud surrounding her as she went on her knees wipping away the leaves hidding the orange.

A sigh of relief escaped her when she held the notebook to her chest.

"Are you alright?"

Constance quickly turned her attention to the brown haired boy that had apperently followed her.