The doubt is clear as day and Regulus bristles in outrage, he's clearly capable— ! thumping Frank in the chest with his fist.
"For the look in your eye, you get the punch."
A paper crain flew around his head, chirping notes at him as he swatted it away.
“Dude-leave me-alone!” He grabbed the bird out of the air- “gotcha!”
He unraveled its wings, trying to make sense of the swirly handwriting.
He pulled the pencil from behind his ear, scribbling—
he blinks at the delivery, recognising the handwriting from scribbled lyrics all over the music sheets he'd studied last week.
they're clutched to his chest now— cherished even. he replies and sends the note fluttering through the halls.
⠀ ✒️ : are you the thief ?
He’s laid out a new pair of slippers outside his door. Black with his initials stitched into the side.
It wouldn’t be a gift without a few studs! He’s worked a few studs into the fabric, silver stars.
A note in dodgy handwriting: “Thx for ur music help.”
✒️ : more than i should.
✒️ : i want to talk in private, face to face. the library won’t do. in the south tower there’s a secluded spot with a window overlooking the black lake. come.
@hxrtsforu ⠀ ✒️ : as do you.
⠀ ✒️ : admittedly, no.
⠀ ✒️ : though, i'm not entirely useless at embroidery. surely some of the skills will overlap?
⠀ ✒️ : a trip to the library can fix any fault.
he's drowsy but still has a runes essay to finish, to keep himself awake he decides to open that paired journal, unknowingly matched to @hxrtsforu.
⠀ ✒️ : good evening.
⠀ ✒️ : *scribbles out the good*
⠀ ✒️ : it sure is. . . an evening.
⠀ ✒️ : you're not wrong.
⠀ ✒️ : slughorn makes my skin crawl.
⠀ ✒️ : absolutely. if you can accompany me in the library. i'm drowning in essays.
⠀ ✒️ : miss me?
recently spoke with a pre verbal baby. he was holding milk i was holding wine. he offered me his milk; i said im good. he then gestured for my wine. i said you cannot have this