All Night

She leaves the letter on Regulus's desk. He is asleep when she enters his room, green silk pulled up to his throat, his arm tucked under his pillow, hair splayed in a wild mess. His face is calmer; lines pulled back, the crease in his brow gone. She lingers only for a moment, her hands running through the inky black locks of his hair, her lips resting on the edge of his lips.