Chapter 3
It has been a week since the…encounter, and Regulus still cannot get it out of his head. The conversation ended with James immediately leaving the bookshop and Regulus being left standing alone in shock.
He was humiliated, to say the least. Well, if someone asked his opinion on James’ book once again, he would say the same thing without hesitation, but he still felt terribly embarrassed and angry. That arrogant prick really just came up to Regulus to have a laugh. Well, that’s just great , isn’t it? Absolutely great .
Regulus was just glad that he would never see him again. He probably won’t see him ever again, right? That’s good. That’s very good.
Regulus was unpacking the new book deliveries when he noticed the little package on the floor. It was pretty strange, because they would normally get big deliveries of books and not singular ones. The roughed up package was addressed to the bookshop, however there was a handwritten correction of Regulus as a receiver. This past week has just been far too weird, for his liking.
Regulus picked up the package and cut it open. There was a little pile of paper, with printed text on each page, inside. It looked like a weirdly thick document of some kind.
His focus shifted to the pink sticky note in the middle of the first page. It had a handwritten message on it:
Maybe you will have some more fascinating insights.
I really hope you will.
Text me if you would want to share them some time.
James :) (the author of the “total waste of time”)
There was a phone number written on there too.
Regulus rolled his eyes. It was a very expressive and dramatic eye roll. Does he really think that this corny romantic shit is going to make Regulus feel some kind of way? Did he really think that Regulus is that easily impressed? Please . Never in his life would he go through that kind of humiliation again. So James can go and fuck himself with all his stupid hair and his stupid smile and his stupid crooked glasses and his…eyes. His big brown eyes, that made Regulus feel like he was standing by a bonfire in the middle of a winter night. Those warm and shiny eyes that were so welcoming and comforting, Regulus could have sworn it was how heaven would feel like. Those eyes that…Yeah, those eyes. Regulus didn’t care about those eyes at all.
However he was a little curious and after a few minutes of intense internal conflict he came to the conclusion that reading it, whatever it was, won’t hurt. To hell with the longing to know.
He took the sticky note off of the page, which revealed to him the headline of James’ creation – a draft of a book:
James Potter
“The Star”
Regulus blinked. Shit.
He took his phone out and typed the number in. To hell with the longing to know.