“Darling, you can’t just.. not attend.” He whispered hastily yet surprisingly softly. Both of you blindly accepted the Mark. Both of you both blindly marched into the Death Eater’s circle. How foolish. It’s set in ink now, though. The breeze along the coast whipped their hair around them, the breeze cold. Regulus gently took your hands in his, pressing his forehead to yours before gently pulling you along, not waiting for you to protest or concede.