Suddenly there was a muffled cry and a raven-haired girl fell through the bookcase, landing with a large bump on the table leg.
“What the… I think I did something wrong there…” she mumbled, rubbing the back of her head, “I must be hallucinating; this isn’t my bedroom…”

She was laying on the floor with what looked like a pair of handsome twins standing over her. In less than a blink of the eye, she was wrapped around Regulus’ neck. Lynn’s eyes narrowed to slits.

You accepted Lynn for what she was, why wouldn’t she do the same for you?
That was true: he had accepted Lynn, and there was no reason that she wouldn’t do the same, so why didn’t he tell her?
Because she has control over her problem. I wish I could say the same for me.

No, what's the point in giving her false hope? I can't get that book.

You can, and you know it. Tell her!

No!

Yes! Now, Regulus!

                “This looks, um, interesting. It’s not a subject I’ve, er, looked at very much but it seems to be, uh, fascinating.” Regulus paled further, but Remus was to busy constructing a non-suspicious sounding sentence to notice. “May I ask why you want to know about, erm, werewolf slaying?”

“Anyway, that book is evil, Reg! What could you possibly want with it?”

Lynn, despairing over the situation, broke her own barrier for the second time that night and shook Sirius by the shoulders until he met her eyes. When she did, she was somewhat shocked to see a glimmer of tears amongst the grey.
“What happened?” She asked more softly this time, searching his eyes for an answer.

“What does it mean, though?”

Regulus sighed and muttered, “Banish the summoned one. Banish Demona.” He read, glancing down at the book.