Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

A little warning: the video is based off on the dance that Luna and Regulus do here. I struggled so hard to write that scene omg.

Now, to the chapter, some warnings:

1) I'm medicated, so remember that while you read and be kind to me. Feel free to correct, but PLEASE COMMENT. I just want to make sure I did a good enough job, because I loved writing this chapter.

2) People that are into period pieces and romantic period pieces, I think you all are going to like the aesthetic of this chapter, because OOF. I felt completely drained after this one, and I understand why people would sleep through the whole morning afterwards, and I just wrote the scene. Didn't even go there lol.

3) I'm clearly repeating, but PLEASE COMMENT!!

In Lyall's absence, it was declared proper for Luna to enter on Remus' arm into the ballroom of the Ministry, which meant that Luna was under people's eyes as soon as the very tall, scarred boy walked into the room.

Walburga Black smirked.

"It fit," she mused to herself, but her husband turned to look at her.

Orion was even more handsome than usual, combing his hair back with his fingers and pushing the curls away from his face as he looked around. With slim-fitted outer robes marking his shapely shoulders and going straight to his arms, making him appear taller and fitter, he also towered over people with the dark black colour he used, almost sucking the light of the room every time he moved. He caught the attention his wife wanted him to, that much was clear by her satisfaction – why she wanted his clothes to be the attention, however, was something he didn't dare get involved.

"I suppose it did," he dismissed. "Whatever it was your plan, you managed it. Congratulations, Madame."

She half-glared at him, looking away from Luna.

"The girl needs to move on and see the world for what it is," she said.

"You tried that awful trick of matchmaking of yours at the wedding, it didn't work out quite the way you planned it, my wife" he reminded her, voice gentler than he would use with others. "But this time you have someone in mind, I'd hazard."

"You hazard correctly, Orion, of course," she said, as if thinking otherwise would be a stupid decision. "Elias Hansen's son is seventeen, young Mister Askel Hansen, is rather green, but dutifully complimented in Norway for his work ethics and his surprisingly convicted passion for Alchemy since his mother passed away a few years ago."

Orion sighed, shaking his head side to side.

"Leave the girl alone for tonight, Walburga. This is a public ball, not your hosting duty. Must you plot even here, away from your private soirées?" he said.

"Where's the fun in that, then? I wouldn't have come otherwise," Walburga said, turning to her husband and putting her hands on her waist. The dark green silk shimmered at her movement, glistening under her long evening gloves. "Regulus needs to start focusing on school more."

"His grades are excellent," he said.

"He got second place."

"After Crouch's boy, not the girl. Even my own father seems impressed with both results," Orion said. "I chaperoned them before while on promenades, and I can assure that schoolwork is indeed a topic of conversation amongst them. Refreshing as it, they do care for school and for the weight it holds."