Summary: His face, when I finally looked at him, was blank, a little sad. Was he disappointed that I was smitten with a Mudblood? I knew they used that term for her, my shining, perfect girl.
"Ask me if I care, Regulus Black," I thought. "Ask me if I care, who her parents are."
Disclaimer: The world of HP and its characters belongs to Rowling. I make no money on this. I just like playing with the boys. I also don't own or make money with poetry by Gerald Manley Hopkins and he is duly credited in the story.
Word count: ~3000
Author Notes: I had a lot of beta-reading help. I look forward to acknowledging it after the reveal!