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One day you woke up and chose violence— not actually, this isn’t fight club, sweetheart. It’s hogwarts. Eighth year to be exact. And you and your friends were out at Hogsmeade Park, sitting at a picnic table when you looked up and locked eyes with Regulus Black. he wasn’t staring at you, but when he felt your stare he met it. It was at this very moment when he realized he’d fucked up.