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december 1977. sixth year. outside the great hall, hogwarts.

Of course this would happen to him with just two days of the term left. In two days, Regulus would be off on a train to Kings Cross Station and reunited with Kreature who would bring him back to 12 Grimmauld Place. He could hardly wait. Not really. Regulus could think of other places he would like to spend his Christmas holidays. With his parents was not one of them. No, in fact he would currently like to be in the Great Hall at the Slytherin table eating supper, but instead he stuck in the Great Hall’s entry way with a mistletoe hanging above his head.  

 This mistletoe was charmed, and now that he was trapped underneath it he could feel the magic radiating off the plant. “Fucking bastard.” He muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowed as he stared longingly into the Great Hall. Thankfully nobody really noticed him in this embarrassing situation, they were too busy tearing into their Shepard’s pie. ‘I hope you choke,’ he thought when his eyes landed to where the Marauders were sitting at the Gryffindor table. It was all their fault, Regulus knew this ‘prank’ had Marauders written all over it. What he didn’t know, however, was the countercharm. If there even was a countercharm. Some charms like this one kept on until they were meant to serve their purpose, which was to trap two people underneath until they kissed. Only then could they go on their merry little way.

may 1977. fifth year. library, hogwarts. 

The library was busy for a Monday, but that went without surprise considering exams, and more specifically for him, O.W.Ls were steadily approaching. While Regulus was usually studious, right now he couldn’t be arsed to lift one of his thick text books to read the material. His friend, whom he usually studied with, had run to find a book for their Care of Magical Creatures class. That was almost forty-five minutes ago, and he hadn’t see him since. Most likely said friend found his girlfriend and went off for a snog between the bookcases, leaving Regulus to his own devices.

 Currently his own devices included ripping pages from one of the library’s Transfiguration books, he can’t remember which one he had grabbed, and folding the pages into origami. Origami had been one of his hobbies since he was younger and nicked the book from a bookstore he had visited with his father on a trip to Japan. Regulus didn’t remember the details of the trip, but since then he had taken to crafting origami; sometimes when he was bored, sometimes when he wanted something to focus on, or sometimes without reason.