Chapter 253: Chapter 253: What Does Lily Lack?
Sunday, eight o'clock.
Regulus pushed open the door to the abandoned classroom and stepped inside.
Desks and chairs were stacked along the walls, a clearing left in the middle. Half-erased writing still clung to the blackboard, too smudged to read.
He stood in the center of the room and waited.
The door swung open. Lily walked in.
She wore standard school robes today, none of the deliberate outfit changes from the first two sessions. Classic Gryffindor colors, collar turned out, a hair ribbon tied without fuss, hair pulled back in a ponytail. She moved with a brisk, no-nonsense stride.
She looked good, though. Gryffindor's young witch, every inch of her radiating youth.
Regulus glanced at her and caught something subdued in her expression, a weight pressed behind her eyes that she was actively working to smooth out.
He didn't pry. He greeted her the way he always did, warm, unhurried. "Lily."