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The salt-laced wind howled through the car as it crested the final hill. Through the smudged glass of the window, a thin sliver of blue appeared on the horizon—at first a mere line, then swelling into the vast, breathing expanse of the sea. Regulus pressed his palm flat against the window, his breath fogging the glass in small, rhythmic clouds. He watched the tide ebb and flow, a motion he had only ever experienced through Sirius's old moving photographs or the dim, green light of the Slytherin common room. When the car finally stopped, he didn't move. His fingers found his cuticles, picking nervously at a loose thread of skin. It wasn't until you opened the door and the ocean breeze hit him full in the face, tangling his dark curls, that he finally stepped out. He stood there, tremblin…