Eve
Regulus sat on his four-poster, distracted. In one hand he tossed a small sprig of mistletoe up and down, his fingers working with an inane dexterity.
A smallish gift sat in the palm of his left hand, a larger one by his side. Unlabeled, nondescript, these packaged offerings remained in his possession. After a period, perhaps he would have the basic courage to pass them along with a house elf. The night would eventually tell.
A smallish gift sat in the palm of his left hand, a larger one by his side. Unlabeled, nondescript, these packaged offerings remained in his possession. After a period, perhaps he would have the basic courage to pass them along with a house elf. The night would eventually tell.