Crossing into Regulus

"Our lives are in turmoil."

Regulus smiled.

Feeling guilty, Lupine asked, "What?"

Regulus didn't pay attention, he pointed to a passing shop with that sentence written on its signboard, that shop now specializes in multi-flavored candy.

Lupine quickly smiled and nodded.

Regulus noticed nothing.

Lupine didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or sigh, it was Sirius who wrote again.

The friend found out about Regulus' existence from Headmaster Dumbledore, apparently when they were discussing 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius feigned indifference in the letter and casually mentioned that, asking if Lupine Regulus was with him.In the entire long letter, this sentence is so small that there are only a few necessary words, without any superfluous embellishments.But as a good friend for many years, it was not difficult for Lupine to see Sirius' entanglement.

I just wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

Looking at Regulus who was walking in front of him unconsciously, Lupine felt that Sirius was so pitiful now, it was like the two people back then were reversed.

Couldn't help but sighed again.

But thinking about it, he didn't make any progress at all, and Lupine didn't know who to regret first.

He was most afraid of Regulus saying every time he faced him, you are a good person.

He is not a good person at all, he is actually the most selfish, the most timid, and the most useless, and he deserves to be ridiculed by Regulus in this situation.

Regulus in front seemed to have finally sensed the mood of his traveling companion, and turned around with a smile and said, "Remus, hurry up."

Lupine forced a smile to keep up.

When replying to Sirius' 46th letter nervously, Lupine was finally overwhelmed by self-blame.

Between the two brothers' stalemate and cowardice about his own past, oh, not to mention Regulus' "I don't know anything but you dare try again" routine Under the expression, Lupine broke out in a wet rainy and foggy day.

After scratching the letter paper for an unknown number of times, he slammed the table aside and stood up. The table slid back and hit the wall with a "bang" sound, shattering innocently into pieces.

Regulus was sitting on the upper floor of the bunk bed, with his legs hanging down and swinging leisurely. The rainy weather did not affect his mood, and he was still rolling his eyes to guess what the candy in his mouth tasted like.

So he choked with fright.

The next second Regulus felt his legs being grabbed and pulled hard, he quickly closed his eyes, and hit Lupine hard.

He wanted to confront the werewolf, but choked on the candy in his throat.Fortunately, the werewolf still had a sliver of reason in his rage, he carried Regulus to the lower bed first, and patted him hard on the back.

After Regulus coughed out the sugar, Lupine was not so easy to talk, he bent down and clamped Regulus' shoulders with both hands, and the anger in his dark blue eyes shot at Regulus mercilessly, " Enough! How long are you going to hide! Do you think no one in this world cares about you?! Do you think no one will be sad when you hurt yourself like this?! Do you think we are not worth relying on?! You think you are alone Is it noble?! Do you think we have never sacrificed..."

Regulus did not speak, quietly watching the sadness welling up in Lupin's eyes.

Then smile.

This reaction was absolutely unexpected, the werewolf forgot to be angry, and stared at Regulus blankly.

Regulus tilted his head and said lightly, "Thank you."

Lupine was dazed.

Regulus didn't say anything more, he raised his hand to brush off Lupine's arm and stood up, pushing Lupine back.

"Regulus..." Lupine hesitated, he always felt that if he asked a question, the answer would hurt, but he wanted to ask anyway.

Fortunately, Regulus stopped him with a wave of his hand.

The young man smiled and said, "I have something to go, it's okay if you are alone." He said this question in a straightforward manner, although it was indifferent, it made people unable to raise the meaning of rhetorical question.

Lupine answered him subconsciously, "It's all right."

Regulus opened the door and walked out.

It quickly disappeared into the misty water vapor.

Regulus went first to the Burrow.

Instead of rushing open the kitchen door and going in, he stood in the swamp and looked at the Burrow in a daze.

This mountainous area is precarious, and all the clothes in the garden have been collected, and the burrow with dim yellow light everywhere amidst a wild dance makes people feel warm in their hearts.Through the window Regulus could still see Molly carrying sheets and clothes all the way down the attic, stopping in the kitchen to start peeling potatoes.

Seeing this, Regulus smiled. In fact, he hadn't really tasted Molly's handicrafts before, and he didn't know if it was really as delicious as he imagined.

After standing for a long time, Regulus lifted his feet and walked towards the Burrow.

When he stepped on the floor tiles in front of the kitchen and raised his hand to knock on the door, he realized that he was completely soaked, and when Molly came to open the door and saw his ghostly appearance, he exclaimed, Regu It wasn't until Leth further realized that he was really tired and cold, and his whole body was still wet. His skin was itchy quickly when his clothes were stuck to his body and was roasted by the warm fire in the kitchen.

There is a warm, fulfilling and slightly happy taste on the tip of the nose.

Molly was about to dry Regulus' clothes, found a big blanket to cover him, and was still rambling.The general idea is to teach Regulus and the like.

Regulus sat on the sofa and suddenly asked, "What's this smell?"

Molly put the broom aside to clean the floor by herself, glanced at Regulus, and said inexplicably, "It's just baked potatoes, do you still expect me to taste like steak?"

Regulus narrowed his eyes and sighed, "That's great."

Molly ignored him and turned to peel onions.

When Molly came over to look a little later, Regulus had fallen asleep on the couch.

She looked at the young man for a moment, then sighed and covered him with a quilt.

Regulus woke up just in time for dinner to begin, and Arthur was taking off his hat and hanging it on the hook.Molly stood behind him and dusted him.

Regulus sat up, his eyes were sleepy, and he said in a low voice, "Hi."

Arthur nodded at him, keeping his mouth shut to avoid the dust.

At the dinner table, Regulus was naturally asked why he came back suddenly.Regulus didn't change his face, "I'm looking for inspiration."

"What?" Molly frowned in disapproval.

"I'm experimenting with a little magic, don't ask me until I create it."

"...Okay then." Molly was quiet.

After getting up the next day, Regulus looked outside, but it was still overcast, and what got worse, was that small snowflakes began to float in the sky. After watching for a while, he slowly walked downstairs.

Molly is making mince pies in the kitchen.

Regulus stood on the stairs and took a deep breath.

To be honest, it didn't smell as good as last night's potatoes.

But when it was time to eat it, Regulus overturned his feeling, it was delicious.When he saw Mollie bring out the baked mince pies and set them on the table, he asked what they were for.

Mollie said, "These are for the kids, and they'll be in the mail before Christmas."

Regulus blinked, ah, he completely forgot.

Uh, but he never remembered to give presents to the little ones before either.

I have to give it away this year. It’s not like I don’t feel anything anymore. If I want to integrate into this world, I still need to work hard in many aspects.

So Regulus went to the jewelry store to work for two days, spent all his daily wages, bought a bunch of Muggle chocolates and went back to the Burrow.

Put a box inside each package as you help Molly pack the packages.

It's not hard to give gifts.

Regulus looked at the packages piled up on the dining table and thought with a sense of accomplishment.

For the rest of the chocolates, one box for Lupine, one box for Severus, one box for Dumbledore, oh, one box for Little Malfoy, and there are still leftovers, well, let the kid give me another box.

Oh, and I have to write a card to Lupin, I left without saying anything before, which is easy to cause misunderstandings.

The newborn Regulus thought so, and had to explain.

But imagine Lupine's expression when he saw the explanation, and Regulus was silent again.

How can we euphemistically express the fact that "he finally felt the feeling under the stimulation of Lupin"?