It had not been your idea of an entertaining summer, however your parents had planned a six week holiday to visit your relatives at their respective estates- and as such relinquished you into the care of their close friends.

Orion and Walburga Black.

Of course the Black family mansion had enough rooms that you would never have to see regulus. However he constantly seemed to be there.

It was as if he were your shadow, stalking your every move. You often compared him to a cat, considering his stalking ability and sly nature- however it appeared to come to a more literal meaning.

During your first few days at the mansion you had discovered small gifts being left on your pillow- it began as chocolates, then quickly turned into jewellery. By the time the summer was halfway complete it had become love notes.

’An ode to my Venus’ ’the song of my heart’ ’to the object of my desires’ To name a few, had been left atop your bedsheets.

One day- as you were sat on the bench in the maze of the garden, he had approached you. Ink from writing a letter clearly stained over his hands as he clasped them, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around you.