skylines.
(-((memories of sand))-) (-((to rina))-)
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you/But I'm afraid...Apologise, Timbaland.
He returns once more, to the Black manor.
His room looks searched, drawers distressed and parchments a mess, and he rolls his eyes. Trust Walburga to nose into his business.
There, under a confusion of ink and parchment, sits a little jar of sand, undisturbed.
He picks it up, and cautiously sticks a pinky into its small opening.
He can still smell the sea air of that day, that glorious day.
They had gone to the sea by Knight Bus- Sirius, thrilled and adventurous, Regulus, wary and worried. He finally smiles when Sirius scoops up a handful of salty, icky water and pours it down his shirt.
The memories stay, but the exhilaration is gone.
All that's left is a tiny jar of sand.
a/n: written for Sharkiesgirl's Nature Challenge. Don't own, don't sue me. Thanks Kahlia.
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