#c:regulus7

[mary-whoisleft]

take my hand // reg + mary

It was late. Maybe not everyone would agree with her on that fact, but she didn’t need them to. She already felt the heaviness in her eyelids and had to suppress several yawns. A little known secret about Mary was that she wasn’t really a night owl. Sure, she could rally for a good party, never one to miss the fun even if it meant staying up until the sun rose. But on a normal night, she preferred to close the books early and get comfortable in bed so she could wake up the next morning and finish her run before most people were making their way down to breakfast.

But even though it was a Monday night, at a time she definitely considered late, especially when she had a pretty rough Quidditch practice that afternoon, Mary was very much not in bed. She was in the library keeping Regulus company, not so much because he asked her to but more so because she decided it was her job. Now that they were becoming closer, she couldn’t just leave him alone in the quiet library to do his work. What kind of friend would she be?

He walked around the stacks, pulling out books on a subject he had explained to her but she had already forgotten because she was too concentrated on keeping herself awake. She watched him from her seat on the floor, leaning against a wall. “How many books do you need for this essay? Are you trying to write a book of your own?”

@regulus-wil