1976, Hogwarts
Pandora knew who he was, she'd heard the rumours and the secrets.
She'd listened to his brother complain, her friends suspect.
But she couldn't work out what it was,
what was so interesting and captivating,
about Regulus Black.
1976, Hogwarts
Pandora knew who he was, she'd heard the rumours and the secrets.
She'd listened to his brother complain, her friends suspect.
But she couldn't work out what it was,
what was so interesting and captivating,
about Regulus Black.
"You look like a painting, Reg," whispered James, genuine adoration plastered in every inch of his face.
"Is that a good thing?" Regulus knitted his eyebrows together, a subtle smile curling his lips...