Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

Guys, before you read this chapter know one thing: I have never been to Wales and English is not my first language, so please, I might have made a few mistakes. Though I'm certain that this chapter will be slightly disappointing - I know you are waiting for the Christmas chapter, but this is an almost Christmas chapter lol. We understand a bit more of the Lupins here.

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Caefwar's rain had given them just enough time to get from Cardiff to it without having to slow down in the road, but according to Lyall – who was driving, something he rarely did – some houses in the village had almost lost their roofs in the gales at the start and middle of the month, but now it was mostly rain. He guessed they wouldn't have a White Christmas that year, which made Remus quite happy, because snow always made his hip and back hurt.

"So..." Lyall said, lowering the volume of the radio of the car. "I exchanged letters with Lord Black about Christmas. Regulus will come at the 24th for the Christmas' Eve and then leave after midnight. I'll Apparate him home."

"Isn't it worthy connection Grandma's fireplace to the floo?" Remus asked from the passenger seat.

"Your grandmother doesn't want it. It's her house," Lyall answered. He, too, had liked that idea better. "Regulus will be brought here by someone from his family."

"His father, you're guessing by your sneer," Luna said, looking at her father through the review mirror from the backseat.

"It's the most probable," Lyall agreed. "And I have more news. I sold my house in Cardiff and moved back into Cawfwar, I brought everything that you two had with me and already made-up rooms in your grandmother's house."

Luna smiled, but Remus didn't.

It wasn't that Remus didn't like their grandmother, on the contraire, they were rather close. The thing was that Remus looked a lot like his grandfather and seeing the way his widow grandmother looked at him, with such sadness and pain, was uncomfortable and completely unbearable to him. There was a part of her that wanted Remus to become like his grandfather, studying magical animals and advocating for their rights, protesting their wrongdoings. That wasn't who he was, he was sure of it.

Luna was euphoric. She loved her grandmother, or 'Nain', as they usually called her. She was a lovely old lady with a lot of fight left in her even after going through the chemotherapy; she always acted younger than she truly was, eager to gossip and giggle like a schoolgirl whenever Luna was nearby to accompany her, she even dragged her granddaughter to meetings with her village friends to gossip about neighbours and everything that she had missed while she was in Scotland or England.

Catrin Jones-Lupin was a force to be reckoned with and nothing would change that.

An Irishwoman born to a Welsh father and an Irish mother, only to go and marry a Welsh man and never leave her father's land again and still bear a smile. Only a strong woman could do that.

As soon as the car stopped, the front door to the big house opened and Catrin smiled.

"MY BABYS!" she exclaimed.

"Nain! Nain!" Luna said, jumping out of the backseat and running to her, leaving the car door open.

"Oh, how you grown!" her grandmother said, voice wavering when she noticed that Luna was the same height as her now. "My beautiful girl. How wonderful. How wonderful!"

They pulled apart from one another and Catrin smiled at Remus, who was closing his sister's door and taking his (and hers) bag. He smiled back at her, but did not run, nor could he with the weight of two bags in his arms.