She didn't look good. My normal, fun loving, full of life girl was no where to be found. I'd ignored it for a bit, writing it off as the poor weather. However it was more than her paling. She didn't eat as much, she ran off to the bathroom all the time, she had this weird mark on her knuckle that I noticed whenever we held hands. A lot of the time her face was swollen, her eyes bloodshot and weepy, though nothing sad had happened. I'd looked into it, and not found much, so I decided to look at muggle texts.

I was horrified with what I found. Some people hated how they looked so much, they would starve themselves or throw up any food they ate in an effort to loose weight. Thinking that my girl, my angelic girl who didn't need to change a thing to be lovely, felt this way, had made me break down in the library. People had been shocked that the Regulus had been sobbing in the library.

After our morning goodbye kiss I secretly followed her to the bathroom. My heart broke when I heard the sound of wrenching. It was more than puking, there was gagging and a horrible noise of forcible vomiting. She sounded like she was suffocating herself.

I couldn't stand it, I barged in. The books I'd read said not to be aggressive when confronting the sick person, but I couldn't sit here and listen.

"Mon amour," I called. She was bent over a toilet, forcing two fingers down her throat to purge the meager breakfast she'd had.

"Come here," I said, getting her away from the horrible toilet.

"Reg I'm covered in puke," she said dismally. She was barely fighting me. I realized she wasn't lying. I'd imagined just her hand being messed up, but it surrounded her mouth, pieces had splashed into her hair and her whole arm was drenched in saliva.

"What were you doing?" I asked. I knew she'd most likely lie, but I wanted to see.

"I think you know if you barged in here," she said in a raspy voice. I muttered a cleaning spell. I knew it would take away the mess but she'd still feel the need to wash.

"Regulus, I'm sorry," she burst into tears. "I just need to be perfect."

"No, you need to be you. I'm so sorry you ever felt the need to do this," I said and smoothed down her hair.

"Make it better," she said tiredly.