The gold-foiled, fragrant invitation was covered in creases, looking as fierce and jagged as the veins crisscrossing a heart.
Regulus stared gloomily at the name on the invitation, wishing in his heart he could tear the thing to shreds.
Seeing her younger son make such a terrifying expression, Walburga Black’s heart pounded wildly. She was terrified that once he arrived at the scene, he wouldn't go as a witness or to offer blessings, but rather to disrupt the wedding.
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