Don’t get me wrong, I’m love the more complex egg relationships and conflict. I love that Tallulah doesn’t immediately like Sunny, it makes things interesting!
But GOD does my heart ache for the new eggs, especially Sunny, very often.
I just feel bad for them cause they’re trying to fit into these very traumatized families and having a hard time because everyone is so paranoid and scared now. And while people and eggs being weary of them is very valid I can’t help but feel bad for these new eggs!
And people get mad at Sunny being a little bratty but (assuming we’re treating these new eggs as younger kids/ how we saw the current eggs in the beginning) imagine being a little kid and a lot of your extended family doesn’t like you and you’re not being told the full truth to spare your feelings but it just makes you feel worse cause you just wanna fit in. So as children do, you lash out! Then people dislike you more!
It drives me insane and no one is a bad person in this situation but i am like a wet cat
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saw this pic and knew what i needed to do
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JEGULUS ONESHOT TO START OFF THE NEW YEAR (i know it's the 8th shut up)
Both being purebloods, James and Regulus had both learnt to ballroom dance at a young age. Regulus' parents had been far more strict on it, sure, but James still knew the rules and the steps, and they both found it so much fun to do together, and it always felt so romantic and intimate, and neither one of them could help softly smiling as they led each other around the room with graceful spins and slow turns. So, they made a promise to each other, that despite there being no special occasion, they would go and dance together in the room of requirement every Saturday evening.
And this promise held true. At least it did until that dreadful day in 1978, after Regulus had come of age and returned to his family home at Christmas break.
"James, please, you don't-"
"I understand just fine, Black. I thought you weren't like them, I thought you were more like Sirius, but clearly I was wrong."
Black. Regulus' heart shattered into a million pieces, and he tried to hold on to the tears forming in his eyes.
"My parents, James, they- I don't know what to tell you."
Regulus felt James' eyes on him as he sheepishly fumbled with his sleeve to cover his wrist back up, not being able to bear that dreadful thing staring back at him any longer.
"Well maybe you should've thought about that before you took the mark, Regulus. I can't- I don't get why you did it."
Regulus could see tears forming in James' eyes now, too, and the other boy stayed standing as Regulus sat on a nearby sofa and held his head in his hands.
"I don't either, James, just- just please, please understand it wasn't my choice. Please I- I need you." Regulus just managed to choke those last few words up before the tears started to silently fall from his eyes, his face still hidden from James' view.
"I can't, I'm sorry, Reg." And with that, Regulus heard footsteps retreating and the door opening and closing again. James had left. He had messed this up for good.
And so, Regulus stayed in the room of requirement that night, alone. Thinking over what else he could've done to maybe, just maybe, have gotten James to stay with him, the only words he muttered to himself that night being in his native French. "Je veux juste une dernière danse.".
Little did Regulus know, when James got back up to his dorm that night, he immediately retreated to his bed, shutting the curtains and casting a silencing spell. James began sobbing, where none of his friends could hear him, thinking over what he could've done to have helped Regulus, feeling terrible for leaving him in the room of requirement. The only words James said before falling sleep were about Regulus. "I just want one last dance.".
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Grey-headed Flying Foxes. Digital collage from a free source image by Geoff Brooks and a public domain image of a eucalyptus flower (which flying foxes pollinate)
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