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James Potter defender of love and lovers everywhere

Doesn’t matter how nice the desk is.”

“Can I at least get your name,” James asked again sounding rather desperate.

“Regulus,” the voice answered shortly. “See you tomorrow,” he said before hanging up.

In fact, he had learned a great deal about astronomy from the name Regulus, a lot about the star, but nothing at all about the person.

Regulus, he thought to himself. It was a beautiful name, an interesting name.

James wanted to know everything about Regulus, who he was, what he did, what he liked, and why the star's name.

Regulus, he thought to himself again. And again. And again. Until the sun set and he clamoured into bed, almost too anxious about his job interview and meeting this mysterious Regulus to fall asleep. Almost.

When he did fall asleep he dreamed of constellations and shooting stars, deep forests, and grey skies.

James Potter is something, that is so personal to me.