I'll be good   von CorvinGallagher
                               (A Jegulus Story)
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                             Kapitel 5: Part Five
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Regulus stared down at the letter, his hands were trembling. The fact that he
got this late at night was scary, because it meant something was about to
happen.
He was about to sink down on his bed again, looking at his roommates, who were
sleeping like nothing had happened. But he stopped himself. Suddenly he felt
like he wasn't able to breathe and he needed to get out of here. Still dressed
in his cloak he left the room as fast as he could, the letter put into his
pocket. Also he didn't want anyone to see how thrown off the rails he was right
now.

A few minutes later he had arrived the Room of Requirements. Now and then he
escaped to this place when everything felt like it would be pushing him under
water.
Today the room was quite dark, black walls, torches. A heavy red carpet on the
ground, a chimney with a warm fire gave more light.
And in the middle of the room a black shiny piano finished the room.
Regulus immediately relaxed a little bit. Being here all alone and in silence
was comforting. He wasn't brave. The letter gave him a racing heart and fear and
he needed to calm down before he could open it. He sat down at the piano and let
his fingers slide over the smooth keys, finally eliciting tones with them. It
didn't take long until it turned into a heavy melody and he got lost in the
music. Even though playing piano and violin was standard for the Black brothers,
he really enjoyed it. It was his safe haven. And it made him forget the fear in
his chest.

After quite some time his pale and slim fingers came to an end and he sat there
for another minute or two, just watching the flames in the chimney flicker.
He took another deep breath and reached out for the letter of his parents,
breaking the wax open and pulling out the parchment.

Our dearest son,

The time has come. I'm delighted to inform you that you will take your right
place the upcoming weekend and that you will have the chance to bring good to
our name.

Be ready on Saturday at 9 am, dress in your best clothes. Your father will pick
you up.

We are so proud of you.
Yours truly
Walburga

Regulus had to read the few sentences more than three times to really understand
them. And as he did, his vision started to become blurry. There was the
trembling again. His head fell on the keyboard as he started to sob
uncontrollably and he fell into this endless hole. That was it. The end of the
line he hoped he could escape.

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