MesserMoon

Making regulus laugh is new. Good new. Really good new. It feels like scoring a goal in a quidditch match. Like scoring the winning goal.

James has started sleeping better, which is ridiculous considering how much less time he’s spending in bed. But it helps, for some reason, talking to Regulus. There’s something…steadying, about the other boy. Now when he closes his eyes, the darkness is full of stars.

James blinks, rubs his eyes, blinks again. But no. No it’s really happening. Regulus Black is going to flirt his way into winning this quidditch match.