Sylvie Regulus Black.
It has a nice ring to it doesn't it? Sylvie Lydia Malfoy was betrothed to Regulus Arcturus Black since the day she was born. Contracts sealed, unfaithful to the contract will result in death.
Regulus Arcturus Black.
Two peas in...
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"Are you not going to get off me," Reggie asked since my head was laid on his chest while my arms were wrapped around his torso.
"Nope," I mumbled shaking my head.
Reggie chuckled, "I have Quidditch practice. How will I make it there with you on me?"
"You don't go," I answered.
"I'm the most valuable person on the team, if I don't show up then Slytherin will lose," Reggie said.
"Okay, calm down that ego," I joked.
"Are you feeling alright? You've been clinging on to me all morning," Reggie asked brushing his fingers through my long platinum blond hair.
"Do you have a problem with me being clingy," I asked offended.
"No! Of course not–I mean I really don't mind but I do have to get going–but, I can stay here will you if you need me," Reggie rambled eyes wide.
I gently smacked his chest, "I have been cursed with Aunt Flo."
"Oh, I can send her off if you would like me to," Reggie said with furrowed eyebrows confused.
I facepalmed, "It's my time of the month."
"To become clingy," Reggie asked still confused.
"Reggie," I yelled slapping his shoulder.
He clutched it in pain, "I'm sorry?"
I stared up at him laughing, "You idiot, I got my period."
His face twisted in different emotions, "Do you need anything? Chocolate? I heard chocolate helps or more sanitary stuff, whatever it is called. What about a hug—?"
"I just need you," I said pressing a finger to his lips silencing him.
"I see what you're doing, you're guilt-tripping me into staying with you," Reggie said staring down at me in offense.
I smirked, "Maybe, maybe not."
"You're making me late," Reggie yelled throwing his hands up in the air.
"You're making me sad," I said with a pout.
He covered his eyes, "No. Don't do that to me!"
"Why," I whined.
"Syl," he warned.
"Reggie," I said back.
"I promise I'll come right back to you when Im done," Reggie said still covering his eyes.
