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Regulus raised his brow and made a show of looking around Violet before coming back to her eyes with a grin. “Well, no Fletch, so insist I do.” He lead them onto the floor with his chin high, holding back a snicker as he tired to look extra formal, then took his position. “I really do love parties. Can’t wait for your wedding, you know. Those are the best.”

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“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Regulus half smiled and shook his head before straightening his jacket. “Violet, would you care to dance?” His smile grew as he held out his hand.

“If you insist,” she replied, a teasing tone in her voice as she took his hand.

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If there was ever one person up for as much fun as Regulus, it was Rodolphus. And a party was the perfect excuse to let loose and get a little wild. “I hope you don’t have to be in before midnight tonight. I plan on shutting this place down.” Regulus called over his shoulder, the groups of people and music not too loud to be heard over. He gave a mischievous grin, snatching a shot from a table and instantly throwing it back.

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“Oh, I remember.” Regulus laughed, finishing his glass. “Well come on then. Let’s go tear up that floor.” He winked and jerked his head in the direction of the small crowd already dancing.

“After you, Sir!” Rodolphus grinned, draining the last of his champagne before standing to follow Regulus out into the swirling sea of bodies already moving to the music.

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“Easy...right...” Regulus finished his own glass before being dragged onto the floor, his arms encircling instinctively. Dancing was a lot like flying, and with Emma, even more so. They moved quite fluidly together, and his awkward nerves calmed some. “No, I donno...” He chewed his lip, grasping her ever so much more, “I think my parents believe, but they haven’t pushed for much more than my idle promises.” Regulus paused again, turning his head to get a better look at Emma, their noses nearly touching. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. What about you? Are your parents convinced? Are they here?”

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Regulus took her pause to drink his own, rubbing a hand through his hair. “I said, I think some people might be getting suspicious this isn’t a real thing? And that…maybe…” He took another long drink, somehow feeling awkward. “We might have to start showing some…real affections?” Regulus looked everywhere but at Emma until finally meeting her gaze.

Emma let out a sigh of relief, looking up at him. “I was about to say the same thing. Especially at an event like tonight…” She paused, glancing out at the crowd. “We can do that though, right? Easy,” she said with a grin, taking a large gulp of her drink before depositing it on a nearby table. “Come on, we can at least start by dancing.”

With a chuckle, Emma grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the centre of the room. “Seriously though Reg,” she spoke in a low voice, “when you say ‘some people’ is there anyone you’re specifically thinking of? I need to know who needs the most convincing.”

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Regulus took her pause to drink his own, rubbing a hand through his hair. “I said, I think some people might be getting suspicious this isn’t a real thing? And that...maybe...” He took another long drink, somehow feeling awkward. “We might have to start showing some...real affections?” Regulus looked everywhere but at Emma until finally meeting her gaze.

“One second.” Emma held her hand up to the person speaking to stop talking, while the other one lifted her glass to her lips which she downed in an instant. She deposited the empty glass on a tray and picked up a new one from a passing waiter in one swift motion, turning back to her conversation partner.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?” she asked, taking a sip from her fresh glass.

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“Oh, I remember.” Regulus laughed, finishing his glass. “Well come on then. Let’s go tear up that floor.” He winked and jerked his head in the direction of the small crowd already dancing.

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“I suppose I could dance with you, if you really wanted me to.”

“Well someone should, I dance beautifully you know.”

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“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Regulus half smiled and shook his head before straightening his jacket. “Violet, would you care to dance?” His smile grew as he held out his hand.

“I suppose I could dance with you, if you really wanted me to.”

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“No, I’m serious! This would be perfect!” Regulus’ face lit up further, emptying his hands of whatever he had in them to take ahold of Emma’s. He looked around then pulled her off to the side, lowering his voice as he got closer. “Okay, obviously we wouldn’t really get married, but think about it; your parents want you engaged to a well off pureblood. I know my parents are just itching to start in on me. So. What if we say we’re engaged....to each other?” He took half a step back to let this brilliant idea sink in, his brows raised and a huge grin on his face as he still held onto her. “This way, everyone wins!”

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“I suppose I could dance with you, if you really wanted me to.”

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His eyes narrowed even more, thinking it over. “Cheeky. I like your style, but I do need tangibles. Don’t suppose you know where I can get a killer pretzel, do you?”

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“Yeesh. Bogged down with busy work? Trouble maker indeed.” Regulus looked up, his face almost sympathetic.”I think my luncheon date with my mum and aunt might actually be more fun that your grunt work. Sorry mate.” He held out Edgar’s paper, then pulled it back to scan it over one more time. “Though, I might be able to help out with...two of these.” He shrugged, having nothing better to do for the next couple hours.

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“Oh come on! I won’t tell her!” Regulus chuckled as he leaned in closer “Besides, she’d kill me too...” He laughed again as he straightened, taking another puff. “Mm, one hell of a party, to be sure. Have you decided where it will be? I feel like I should know this already, though.” He frowned slightly as he thought, wondering if he’d tuned his Mum out for too long the other day at breakfast.

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“Thanks. It still means a lot.” Regulus returned a genuine smile, squeezing her hand that was still on his arm. “The simplest advice is sometimes the best, you know?”

Regulus nodded sighing a bit dramatically. “Yes. My family can’t do anything in a timely manner, or without a huge production. I’m sure when the time is right, the whole magical community will know. Guess I can count myself lucky in that regard, huh? Not that I’ll be complaining about a party.” He grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Older is older!” Regulus laughed at Emma’s face, in no way wanting to insult her. “And I meant it in the best possible way, Vanity, geez!” He laughed again before finishing off his drink then finally lighting his cigarette he’d found. “Hm, too true. I do love Quidditch, though I think you love it more. You actually followed your dream of being a professional. But come on. Do you really think your mum could say no to this face?” He tilted his head and brought his hands up as he batted his eye lashes. “We’d make one hot pair, you know.” His face fell slightly as an epiphany hit before brightening up again. “Emma. That’s it! We should get married!”

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“You’re a lying sack of shite, Roddy.” Regulus smirked and took a swallow from his glass. “But at least we’ll finally be cousins, so I don’t really care too much.” He took out his cigarettes and lit one, inhaling deeply. “Besides, it can’t be that bad, can it?”

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous? This has been a long time coming. If anything I’m more ready than ever….mostly.”

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“Usual Mum type stuff. Do you want a go?” Regulus held out the parchment, ready to exchange for the hell of it. He was usually pretty guarded when it came to family affairs, but this really was pretty mundane, and he had nothing better to do than chat it up with a semi-friend. “Ministry huh? Must be bad. You in trouble, Bones?”

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“Hm, what? Oh.” Regulus chuckled dryly as he offered his note. “It’s just from my mum. Doubt you’ll want it, though. I don’t even want it.”

Edgar shrugged. “I’ll trade you if it’s really that bad. Mine’s from the Ministry–all that fun stuff,” he said. He had a passing urge to smoke a cigarette, which wasn’t one of his better habits but definitely one he tried to keep in check. 

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Regulus narrowed his eyes, but his smirk remained. “I donno, Bones. What do I get out of this?” He kept his eyes fixed, taking a nice slurp from the straw.

“Yes this is good. No, you can’t have any, so sod off.”

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Regulus rolled his shoulder and gave a sympathetic grin when Emma touched his arm. “I know. But it’s alright, you know? It was never meant to be serious, so...” He trailed off, shrugging again to try and keep it casual. Imorra meant a great deal to him, he loved her for Merlin’s sake, but he could never bring himself to say it aloud. Maybe things really were for the better now that they were apart. Bella had even said as much, in a way. They just didn’t share the same views, so this was bound to happen sooner or later, anyway.

“Honestly, I still donno how my parents haven’t hounded me to find a wife yet. Or even told me who I am to marry. I guess they’re letting me have my time while my cousins get married first, even if Cissa isn’t officially engaged to Lord Pompous yet.” Regulus snickered, though he had no real ill feelings toward Malfoy, but it was still fun to tease. “Your career is just taking off, surely they don’t think you’re going to give it all away just to fulfill a duty?” He turned and gave a regretful look, sighing. “If only our parents would have thought to hook us up, hm? I do like my women older, after all...” He grinned slyly before returning to his drink, using his free hand to search for his cigarette box.

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