“Shh… it’s okay Reg,” Pandora murmured in Regulus’s ear, as she held his trembling body in her embrace. With her arms wrapped around his neck and her palm gently sifting in his ink hair, the process of comforting her cold and sobbing best friend was an arduous task.

With the rain thrashing down on them, dousing them both and their clothes; they stood outside of the Lestrange manor, Pandora’s family’s home. After a profound argument at the House of Black, many uses of the Cruciatus curse, and relentless tears; Regulus found himself a runaway, away from his older Sirius, his parents Walburga and Orion — and at the midnight doorstep of his closest friend; Pandora Lovegood.

“I’m here,” she whispered, softly, through the pouring and thundering storm above them, the night seemed vast in the dark starry skies. And despite their drenched bodies, clothes and water streaming down their cheeks; she was right here. Here, and comforting her one and only best friend, in the rain.