#Thread:Regulus

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The night had been tiresome. He had just been about to leave when the sun had gone down, but then he noticed all the children had disappeared, and for the moment - it was tolerable. Pleasant, even. He figured he may as well stay a moment longer - at least until the rowdy drunken displays began. He was meandering along the booths when he found a familiar face and angled his feet that way.

"You look like your brother." He said by way of greeting, gesturing at Regulus' outfit before taking the drink out of his hand and helping himself to some. "I need it more than you do."

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Who:@thelionshrt Where: Malfoy x Black Wedding It was interesting to see how the members of their family were taking in the union and the brother of the bride should be no exception. He smiled and raised a half full champagne flute. “Quite a celebration, you must be happy now that your sister has secured a favorable match,and seems happy in it. What about yourself? I’m sure your parents are eager to have you heading up a house of your own.” He watched the wizard over his champagne flute.

[rit4skeeter]

Rita had been following him for hours - after all, how could she not? It was one of the biggest news breaks to have come since the end of the war. The favorite son, second traitor to the Black name, was not dead. And the byline hadn't been hers. She wanted the details first.

Of course, she hadn’t been following him on two legs, but two wings. Waiting, watching, trying to see if he would give anything away. Which, it turns out, he didn’t. Regulus was apparently a fairly quiet man, and he surely wasn’t going to divulge any secrets to himself. And that roommate of his….

She ducked behind a statue of an angel and switched back, shaking herself slightly. Pulling a mirror from her purse, she spruced, before stepping out into the graveyard proper. The stick had been on purpose. She had learned many ways not to give away her secret, and bumbling and drawing attention to her movements was always effective.

“Darling, I don't need announcing.” She purred, a slight echo of her words bouncing off the stones as she spoke louder than him. She met his eyes, steps stopping just a few feet from him. “Just came to pay my respects.” Rita gestured to his own headstone, an impish smile on her lips. She paused only for a second, not long enough to invite a response. "I was at your funeral, you know."

Location: Godricks Hollow - Graveyard

Open: Everyone

Precious son, Beloved Black.

The script under his name was odd to read. Precious son. Perious. It actually made Regulus laugh a bit. However, he didn't smile as the amused sound left his throat. Rubbing his hand across his chin, his fingers shaking lightly he looked over his own headstone once more. It was jarring to see. His name is carved into the black stone and those little lies in such pretty script below them. The only thing that had ever been precious about Regulus, at least as far as his parents were concerned, was his ability to carry the Black name forward. Of all his blood relatives, they could be left in the dark about his resurrection the longest. However, if they knew he had betrayed the Death Eaters and played a hand in reducing Tom to ash then they probably wouldn't want anything to do with him. Which, was best for everyone. Lifting his chin slightly, Regulus was about to stop pitying himself and go when he heard the crack of a branch behind him. Looking over his shoulder, his gaze near lazy, Regulus let his green eyes drift to whoever was behind him. "If you are trying to get the jump on me that was a pathetic excuse for sneaking." He drawled. "If not-" Regulus shrugged, "Maybe annonce yourself before wallking up behind someone."

[siriblk]

It wasn't a room he usually went into - actually avoided most times, if he were being honest - but he was looking for an old wand holster that had been passed down through generations of Blacks. He knew his mother had held onto it with the thought of passing it on to Regulus, ironic really, since he was not technically a Black, but he was the better son. Still, Sirius doubted Reggie would mind much now, and it would be a nice flare for his image as a duelist if he were to incorporate it into his dueling clothes.

He doubly had not been expecting to find the drawing room already occupied, and he considered simply leaving - old habits do die hard, after all. But he didn't, instead choosing to come sit next to Regulus, crossing his legs and wrapping his arms loosely around them. "Doing some soul searching, brother?"

Where: 12 Grimmauld Place, Drawing Room Who: Regulus & @siriblk When: Present in-game day

Regulus sat on the floor of the drawing room, looking up to the tapestry. There had been a lot on his mind lately. He wondered how disappointed his parents would be with him, if perhaps they'd blame the fact that he wasn't their actual blood for his traitorus behaviour. He'd never felt like an outcast for that, though, so perhaps they would have simply disowned him the same as they had with Sirius. Ever since the two of them passed, Regulus couldn't help but wonder who his biological family was. Would he be the same person if they had raised him? Was it nature or nurture? Questions he'd never have the answers to, he supposed.

Hearing the doorknob rattle, Regulus looked up to see who was entering the room. Three years ago he would have stood up and pretended he wasn't pondering the what if's. But things were different now. He was different now. Locking eyes with Sirius, Regulus tensed up slightly. Things were definitely on the mend between the two of them, but serious topics were difficult for the two of them. He wondered if Sirius would engage in a conversation. "Hey." He greeted his brother before looking back to the family tapestry.

[siriblk]

Sirius scoffed as if he were deeply offended, pulling back the flower quickly and cradling it against his chest. "I'm not being weird, I'm being festive." He responded, tilting his chin up a bit as he spoke. "You're just jealous because even though you glow, you still look you've got a stick shoved you know where." He laughed, tucking the flower behind his own ear instead. "You can unclench, Reg."

He had already hit the body paint tent, as well as the drink tent.... a few times. The glowing beer was just going down so much better than normal, and he hummed while he walked, the slight buzz making him feel warm and happy. Sirius stooped to pick a flower from the edge of the meadow, turning slightly to offer it to the person walking beside him. "A flower for your hair." He offered with a wink.

[siriblk]

Sirius hadn’t been this excited in a long time - sure, all the parties and balls for the end of the war had been nice, but it felt a bit like when he had been growing up: just rubbing shoulders with the right people and others who didn’t know him at all pretending they did. The suits had been stuffy and the food had been bland, and he was glad they were over. This was much more his speed - loud and fast, with a butterbeer in his hand, and he couldn’t wait.

He practically bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinet for a protein bar he knew he’d stashed where Kreacher couldn’t find it and throw it out. Sure, he noticed Reggie eating breakfast made by the house elf, but he kept on. One of the main differences between the brothers. “Look better than you.” Sirius answered, stretching on his toes to get to the back of the cabinet, his fingers finally finding purchase on the box. He turned to look at Reg. “Look like you’re off to a funeral, brother.” He grinned widely, an expression still feeling a bit strange to be aimed at Regulus - but he was growing more and more comfortable around him. “You are headed to Quidditch, right? Have you ever been before? I know you’re not the biggest fan of fun.”

Quidditch Event, Early Afternoon 12 Grimmauld Place Regulus & @siriblk

Regulus stood in front of the mirror, admiring his own appearance. It had been quite some time since he's gone on a public outing and he wanted to ensure he looked presentable. Although he may not agree with a lot of the beliefs that had been shoved into his mind while growing up, he did think it was a good idea to look nice before leaving the house. Besides, he was going to be meeting up with Emmeline, and while he knew he didn't need to impress her, he did want to at least look presentable. After deciding he was satisfied with the wat he looked, Regulus stepped out of his bedroom and headed down the stairs.

Kreacher already had lunch prepared for him, and he sat down at the dining room table, ready to dig in. Hearing someone enter the room, Regulus turned his head to see who it was. His eyebrows raised at the sight of his brother. "That's what you're wearing?" He questioned, eyes fixed on the Quidditch jersey with the sleeves ripped off.

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He could hear the exclamation from outside, although it did little to deter him from wanting to be there. He wasn’t sure Regulus could ever be in a bad enough mood to make him prefer the company of children and Dumbledore (or really, anyone else) to be completely honest. 

Severus took his time as he entered, hanging his traveling cloak neatly on the hook by the door and toeing off his shoes, leaving them lined up perfectly underneath. The house was clean, but cluttered, but it didn’t bother him. His room was always immaculate - it had to be, given what he used it for - and that’s all that mattered to him.  Severus headed toward Regulus’ voice, taking a small vial from his inner pocket and placing it silently on the desk as he passed. He had just brewed it the previous day, hoping it would be more successful at taming some of the tremors in his friend’s hand, among other things. There was a small table by the window that he went to and leaned on, crossing his legs at the ankle. “No one blew up a cauldron this week, so I suppose one could call that productive.” He replied with a small sigh, although his tone suggested he would not classify it as such. “But I did manage to finish all my grading ahead of the weekend.”

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"Fuck!" The word left Regulus's lips, harsh and cutting as he threw his quill across the room. His right hand was trembling so badly that his writing had become unreadable. The scrawls of black ink that had once been perfectly curved, flowing, letters made Regulus cringe inwardly. His left hand gripped his right one, thumb pressed painfully hard into his palm as he stared at the note. Since coming back to life, Regulus had started physical therapy for his hand and arm. The doctor had told him it would take a year before he could write properly again, if ever, but he was determined to get his hand functional again. Which meant pushing himself to the point of frustration. His head barely twitched as he heard the front door of he and Severus little townhouse swing open and then shut. Regulus had no doubt that it was Severus. He leaned back in his office chair and swallowed hard. "In the office," Regulus called out to his closest friend. "Tell me your day was more productive than mine."

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He caught him by the front of his shirt - not sure how much help he really was in steadying the other but he didn’t fall, either way. Severus glared at him, bending slightly to brush at the front of his shoe. Of course, he couldn’t really be mad at Regulus, and the other knew this. He relaxed (as much as he could) again against the wall next to Severus, letting the sharp edges of the bricks soothe the knotted muscles in his back. He perked up slightly at the mention of Emmeline - he hadn’t known she would be here. Her company would have been much more preferred than his morning so far. “I haven’t.” He answered, squinting as he looked at the crowd - as if he would find her right there. “Didn’t think I’d see either of you at a place like this.”

He pulled his cloak a bit tighter around him - it was almost too warm for one, but Severus was more comfortable a bit hot than feeling like he was missing something. He glared at some raucous passerby, wondering not for the first time, why he had come. There was supposed to be an interesting new product at one of the vendors - he was thinking now he should just wait to see it next week. He stopped against the brick wall of the nearest shop, getting out of the way of the crowd when with a sigh, someone stepped on his foot anyway. “Do you mind?” He asked pointedly, voice only raised loud enough for the person in front of him to hear.

[rit4skeeter]

Her smile simply widened at his reaction to her company - it was a reaction she had come to appreciate over the years. It almost always signaled someone who had something to hide. Otherwise, people didn’t tend to care about her presence. Still, she would play nice. You caught more flies with sugar, or whatever the saying was.

“I’m sure.” She answered, sounding almost bored. She didn’t want to focus on what had already happened after all. And Regulus was right - his betrayal had been headlines for weeks. Of course she was going to follow that right into his funeral. It wasn’t like Rita was going to go without a paycheck for the sake of common decency. 

Still, hawk like eyes watched him carefully as he glanced back at the stone carved with his own name (how weird that must be). Rita’s instincts told her he was curious, despite his tone. Who wouldn’t be? He hadn’t been allowed there, obviously, and he hadn’t been back from the dead long enough to get the details from anyone else. Rita knew an opportunity when she saw one.

Her eyes met his for a long moment as she considered his question. His mother had been a wreck, yes. A monster, really. But that was to be expected from the elder Blacks. Just the mention of Regulus’ actions, and she was off in a rage - screaming, yelling, crying. Delusional. It had been sad, pitiful. She hadn’t been able to face reality. Of course, Rita betrayed none of this in her expression. She softened her features, dropping her eyes to the headstone as she answered. “She wasn't there.”

Rita had been following him for hours - after all, how could she not? It was one of the biggest news breaks to have come since the end of the war. The favorite son, second traitor to the Black name, was not dead. And the byline hadn't been hers. She wanted the details first.

Of course, she hadn’t been following him on two legs, but two wings. Waiting, watching, trying to see if he would give anything away. Which, it turns out, he didn’t. Regulus was apparently a fairly quiet man, and he surely wasn’t going to divulge any secrets to himself. And that roommate of his….

She ducked behind a statue of an angel and switched back, shaking herself slightly. Pulling a mirror from her purse, she spruced, before stepping out into the graveyard proper. The stick had been on purpose. She had learned many ways not to give away her secret, and bumbling and drawing attention to her movements was always effective.

“Darling, I don't need announcing.” She purred, a slight echo of her words bouncing off the stones as she spoke louder than him. She met his eyes, steps stopping just a few feet from him. “Just came to pay my respects.” Rita gestured to his own headstone, an impish smile on her lips. She paused only for a second, not long enough to invite a response. "I was at your funeral, you know."

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"Gross." Severus snorted, scrunching his nose a bit at Regulus' words - even more so at the fact that they hadn't been said with the malice that once laced them at the mention of Sirius. Sure, himself and Sirius had found a sort of truce once Severus had proven himself committed to their cause, but it didn't mean he liked the man. Forgive and forget? Severus chose to do neither, thank you very much.

He downed the rest of the drink as Regulus ordered more - perhaps there was something to being intoxicated at these things; it certainly would be more tolerable, he thought. "Emmeline asked me to come." He sighed ever so slightly. He was glad to do it for his friend, but she owed him. "At least she was right about the botany."

The night had been tiresome. He had just been about to leave when the sun had gone down, but then he noticed all the children had disappeared, and for the moment - it was tolerable. Pleasant, even. He figured he may as well stay a moment longer - at least until the rowdy drunken displays began. He was meandering along the booths when he found a familiar face and angled his feet that way.

"You look like your brother." He said by way of greeting, gesturing at Regulus' outfit before taking the drink out of his hand and helping himself to some. "I need it more than you do."

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