Chapter 226: Love Isn't an Excuse
Noon.
Sunlight at its peak.
The wedding preparations were finished.
A handful of Muggles made final adjustments, straightening chairs, nudging bouquets into better positions.
Regulus stood beneath a nearby olive tree and cast a charm on himself.
The effect was simple. Everyone except Andromeda and Ted would register his presence without processing it. They'd see someone standing there but wouldn't retain his face, wouldn't wonder who he was, wouldn't find anything noteworthy about a stranger at a private wedding.
He took two more steps, and his robes rippled like water, darkening, reshaping, settling into a well-tailored charcoal suit.
At twelve, Regulus already stood half a head above his peers. Months of magical conditioning had given him a frame that was straight and lean, and the suit sharpened every line across his shoulders and back.
White shirt. Dark tie. Polished shoes. He looked like someone who belonged wherever he chose to stand.