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Regulus (Introduction)
Regulus doesn't like girls. He never has. And he doesn’t think he ever will.
But there's something about her.
Maybe it's her red, long, wavy hair.
Maybe it's her smile.
Her rosy lips.
Her green eyes.
Her perfume that smells like spring.
Or the freckles on her nose.
Regulus can't sleep, thinking about how beautiful she is. He can't get her out of his head.
It's basically become an obsession.
He knows it’s not healthy, but he needs to know.
He needs to understand what lies beyond the beauty that surrounds Lily Evans.
Because Lily is beautiful. And James Potter is in love with her.
And if James only loves her for her beauty, then Regulus is lost—because he can never compete with that.
Unlike Lily, Regulus has short, black, curly hair.
He rarely smiles.
His lips are red and cracked from biting them so much.
His eyes are gray, like the sky when it clouds over, searching for a storm.
He doesn’t smell like spring, because he is the storm.
And he has no freckles on his nose.
That’s why it’s impossible for James Potter to notice him.
That’s why James always chases after Lily, running after her until she disappears.
But he never gets tired.
And Regulus wishes he would chase him instead,
because he wouldn’t run.
He would stay.
