Chapter 2
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Regulus Arcturus Black
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Entry 56
Is it her blue sky pair of eyes that bewitched me?
Everytime I see them, I feel myself trapped in a freefall without a broom.
My throat dry, my head empty.
She could utter the most ridiculous notion and i would nod agreeingly.
Or is it her wild curls that snatches my attention?
I swear they turn golden every thursday morn.
I blamed the sun, shining through the greenhouses of herbology.
But tonight, even in the shadow filled dungeon, one torch was enough to turn her wild curls into golden mane.
Were my own eyes playing tricks on me?
Maybe I should stop blaming the sun and lay the fault on me.
Perhaps it's her smile.
Her kind smile, the smallest upturn tilt of her lips.
Her sweet smile, the one that produces the barest dimples on her cheeks.
Her impish smile, the one that promises me nothing good. My ruin.
I don't think I can see a feast without thinking of them anymore.