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[regulus_a_b]

The night wrapped around Regulus, streaming through his hair and cutting away at his flesh with dark tendrils as he crept down from the owlery, his light feet making the occasional careless noise in his haste. As he passed through a lit sector of corridor the crushed sheets of paper in his left hand briefly became visible, covered in cramped black script.

Black's face was lined with strain as he made his way back to the less tangible shadows of his house, alone and visibly disturbed.