It’s a sad, sad day when your younger brother gets engaged before you do. I mean, I know that it’s an arranged marriage and that he won’t actually get married until he turns 18, which is only a few months from now, but still, it bloody sucks! I mean, I know that my parents basically don’t give a crap about me, in fact, they mostly pretend that I don’t even exist, but I guess that there had been some fiber of my being that had thought I would be set up for a marriage before my baby brother.  But evidently that’s not the case.

This wasn’t right; I shouldn’t be feeling this way. There was NO way that Sirius Black could have captured me so quickly. I was not one of those girls who fell for the school hottie, the player. No way, I was more sensible than that, and yet, when I thought of Regulus’ face, when I remembered that HE was the one I was marrying and not Sirius, I felt oddly sick. I felt the tears begin to come and scolded myself for being so pathetic as to cry over a guy who I hadn’t even had a relationship with.