Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

I'm back! I'm sorry for taking so long, but uptades will have a bit more of space in between because my uni is back and I'm doing two interships alongside my driving lessons, so bear with me, will you? Thank you for being so understanding.

Family content in this chapter, and from both families to some extent.

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Luna's home clothes were not nearly as glamorous or as well put-together (to wizarding-standards) as the clothes that she would wear in school or when going outside to the public to see. Especially during the summer, with the heatwave of 76, Luna was left wearing shorts and short sleeves – and now that Remus knew of her scars, she felt relieved that she could wear tank-tops and sports bra while at home. Remus didn't seem to care too much about her clothes, for he, too, wore very little inside the house. Usually, he walked around inside the house shirtless and with Bermuda shorts, but as soon as he was forced to go outside would lead him to dress in trousers and thin long-sleeved shirts because of the scars.

The thing about summer was that it was hell in the small house in Bristol.

The house had thick walls, thick doors and thick windows, but no air conditioning. Most of the time, the windows were left open and the front door locked, but the backdoor open wide for some air to go into the house. When the sun was going down enough to put long shadows on the back of the house, Luna would walk out and stay there with the few clothes, taking the breeze, hoping that the neighbours weren't looking at that late afternoon.

It was around four-something in the afternoon that Remus was lying on the sofa, telly on and letting some soap-opera go on without much interest in anything other than the handsome man on the screen while Luna was upstairs on their bedroom, reading with half of her body out of the window, hoping the breeze would change directions enough to freshen her up. That was why, at first, neither heard the knocks on the door.

With a loud groan around the second round of knocks, Remus got up from the sofa and pushed himself to the door, putting on the shirt he had hung on the sofa's arm before opening the door.

"Yes, Mister Abaza –" he started to greet his neighbour but froze. "Oh... hello," he said.

Walburga Black and Regulus Black stood side by side at the front door.

Walburga Black wore, surprisingly, a long black skirt and a white blouse, but no beautiful wizarding robe. She looked like a religious and modest Muggle, with an amusing sense of style, but not a witch. She looked completely disgusted at the sight of the entrance of the common working-class neighbourhood and at the bike set on the corner of the wall (Remus' shoulder's height) that divided the front of the house with the other.

Regulus looked very similar to what he looked like in Christmas with jeans trousers and a short sleeved black shirt with thin white horizontal stripes, the only thing that made the outfit odd were the social shoes he had on. He forced a polite smile at the sight of Remus staring at him in surprise.

"Hello, we came to call on Miss Lupin," he said.

Remus stared at the odd people in front of him before looking around in the street, seeing it empty.

"My mum isn't home. It's just Luna and me," he answered.

"I'm here to chaperone, not to worry," Walburga said. "You must be Remus Lupin."

"I must be," Remus said, confused to the fact that she knew his name. "Did Luna mention me?"

Walburga looked him up and down, focusing in silence at his bare feet before looking back at his face, clear judgment being hidden behind a very thin veil.