- Day 45 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Social

- The Emotion Challenge: Calm

- Hogwarts Funfair/Horse Race Prompt: Aquamarine

Pairings/Characters: Regulus

Word Count: 318


Perfect Solitude

No one even knows how hard life was, I don't even think about it now because I've finally found you.

Regulus was never much of a social person.

In fact, he really abhorred spending time with people. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed his Quidditch position so much—while he was up in the air, he wasn't having to try to get goals past the Keeper, nor was it his responsibility to bat other players off their brooms. All he had to do was focus on getting the Golden Snitch, and making sure that the opposing team's Seeker didn't get to it first.

When he was up there, all he had was the rush of the wind in his hair and the breath of crisp oxygen in his throat. He could soar as high as he wanted, as far away from the rumble of the crowd if he pleased. He could be alone.

Life with his family was never lonely, much to his distaste. But when his mother and father decided to take the family to a house by a lake in the midwest of England, he finally discovered true solace.

The lake by the old wooden house was a glittering, untouched jewel in the centre of a thick forest. There was no nearby trail, and Regulus knew that the entire forest was a Wizarding protected area, if the signs warning hikers of fairies had anything to go by.

For days during their summer at the lakehouse, Regulus was calmed by the beautiful, aquamarine lake. He would float on his back across it's glimmering surface, admiring the vision of the sunshine through the leaves above. When he wasn't bathing in the cool waters, he would sit on a rock beside the lake, dangling his legs in the water.

The lake was the perfect definition of solitude, and Regulus never wanted to leave its side again.