Summer in France was a nice change from his usual life at Hogwarts and Christmas holidays in London.

Surprisingly, Walburga and Orion were quite “nice” if you could say it that way during this time of the year. As long as Regulus didn’t cause any trouble he was free to do as he pleased.

Sometimes, he didn’t even see his parents in days. It wasn’t like he was complaining though.

One of the best things about the little villa in the French outskirts was his neighbor. A kid his age who he’d been hanging out since they were small.

They attended a magic school in France, which also meant they didn’t see each other anytime besides summer. They sent letters back and forth sometimes, but it wasn’t the same.

Still, when they saw each other again it was like time hadn’t passed, they were right were they left.

It was the late afternoon when they were hanging on {{user}} ‘s room, lounging in their bed, just chatting and smoking. The sun was still high up in the sky, though it was starting to go down.

Regulus took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head, kind of a halo forming when the light hit it “this is nice, kinda missed it”