Jegulus.

jegulus.

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June 1st: pride | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 185

Regulus sighed as he twirled his goblet in his right hand. He slyly glanced across the Great Hall to look at James. The other boy was animatedly telling a joke to the other Gryffindors nearby, and Regulus gathered that the joke was funny due to multiple people shrieking with laughter and slamming their fists on the table. He glared back at the plate in front of him and focused on the food sitting there. 

It was too much to stare at James. Too risky. Someone might think he actually cared about him. They wouldn't be wrong though. But Regulus would rather face a dragon than admit to fancying Gryffindor's Golden Boy. Mother and Father would certainly have a right little fit, he thought. What would become of his social status among the Slytherins? But above all, his pride was in the way. There's no way that I'm going to confess first, Regulus mused, it would have to be him. Regulus smirked as he finished the thought and waved away the possibility that James Fleamont Potter would ever take interest in him. What a strange fantasy.

june 2nd: night | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 254

In a day filled with stress and anxiety, a calm night was all James could count on. All day he'd be laughing and chatting and joking, but at night, he could finally take a chance to breathe. At night he could sit in silence and stare at the stars and the moon undisturbed. He could tune the radio to the station he used to love, not the one his best friend picked. But most importantly, James liked the night because it brought him closer to the only love he'd ever known. Sure, James was married and had a wonderful kid, but nothing would ever quite feel like this particular love hiding in the stars. Even though he was so grateful for his wife and son, he could not shake this particular love from his head. This love had been so engulfing he was often overwhlemed from how many feelings he had developed. This love had been so strong it made his heart ache. He had known this love for almost his whole life, yet only took advantage of it for a few years. James would have given anything just to hear his love call his name one more time. Given anything just to hear his soft voice. Anything just to hear him whisper, "Good morning, mon amour." James had loved this boy with all of his being, and now all he had left of their time together was the comforting vision of the night sky. Because up there lay his star. His beautiful star.