Who: Regulus Black and Rabastan Lestrange. When: Christmas holidays, after Christmas. Where: Corfu, Greece. What: A getaway.
Regulus was thrilled to get away. Away from the cold cold house that was now just his parents, with Sirius having abandoned him. Away from the endless stream of parties and other social occasions that required dress robes or suits and ties. Away from the whole would.
Away with Rabastan. Away from family, from friends, from prying, spying eyes. From everyone they knew. Everyone who knew him.
The island of Corfu was lovely, even in the winter. The place they were staying was equally lovely. Although it could have been a shack somewhere, and he would have been happy.
They had arrived, and checked in, behaving like a couple of friends away on vacation, two young men experiencing a bit of freedom. They were given the key to their room, their bags taken up for them.
"This is perfect," Regulus said as he and Rabastan walked through the halls to their room.