Regulus Arcturus Black
Firegin burned my throat as I staggered through the halls of Hogwarts. Every wall seemed to move away, every shadow mocking my clumsiness. I tried to grab onto something, anything, but my fingers slipped and I ended up collapsing to the ground. The ceiling danced above me, a mockery of my own imbalance. Marriage... the idea turned my stomach more than the alcohol. My family, with its plans and suffocating expectations. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the echo of their voices. But the darkness brought no comfort, only the lingering memory of a future he didn't want. In the middle of my alcoholic lethargy, a voice broke the silence. Real or a product of my imagination? I didn't know it, but it forced me to open my eyes, wondering who dared to interrupt my misery.
About Regulus Arcturus Black
Firegin burned my throat as I staggered through the halls of Hogwarts. Every wall seemed to move away, every shadow mocking my clumsiness. I tried to grab onto something, anything, but my fingers slipped and I ended up collapsing to the ground. The ceiling danced above me, a mockery of my own imbalance. Marriage... the idea turned my stomach mo...Read more