Regulus | Cassiopeia
I understand. I'll hold my tongue. I'm sure he's gone through a great deal with his father. I can't imagine living in his time. For as bothersome as living in my own time is, everyone was far more closed-minded back then. He isn't terribly pleased about my position at the school, though frankly I quite like it.
I've come to my senses somewhat, but it still drives me mad to be without my magic. How does this happen? Who or what is responsible? You always were the kindest, you know.