#threads;; regulus

[fcrox]

who: @thelionshrt where: malfoy wedding, royal botanic garden when: after the ceremony

The ceremony had been beautiful. Honestly, it was everything she had ever envisioned an event like this could have been. Every now and then throughout the whole thing she'd glanced toward Regulus, curious to see his reaction yet been unable to make out much. If there was one thing that could be said, it was that the guest list was length and the witch not seated too far in the front to make out much beyond what was important. Still, it had been stunning.

Before long the event had ended, moving on into the reception afterwards. Perhaps the better part of the two, simply because it was a most wonderful mix of celebration and well wishes. At some point her attention had drifted, instead focusing on finding Regulus. His involvement in the wedding party had, at times, put them at entirely different ends of the ceremony and celebration. Now that it was time to mingle things seemed easier, and before long the witch had spotted him.

"It was a rather beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" Estelle turned toward the other once she'd caught. "Apart from that person behind me. It was a bit distracting to have someone humming the whole time. Ruined the musical arrangement. Who hums at a wedding!"

[corvusalas]

who: @pxint-it-blxck where: st.mungo's

Life at St.Mungo's had almost become normal over the past few months. Here and there a case would stick out but the amount of war-based injuries was going down. There was nothing that could have ever allowed her to remotely feel at ease the way she had before hell broke loose, but it certainly was a step in the right direction.

Selma had been in the middle of sorting her equipment when the knock of one of the medi-assistants announced that one of the few, yet increasing number of appointments she took had arrived. The former Ravenclaw wasted no time, letting them know to send them in without delay before her attention drifted to the chart on her desk.

No matter how she twisted and turned things, there were things she felt like she was missing. Whether it be information or knowledge; one leading to the other. Selma was nothing if not determined, almost burning with a need to help the patient in question live life the way he deserved. Quick flick of the wand and the quill began to take notes on a pad on her desk. That would do for now.

Selma finally turned to face him, feeling in part almost rude for having taken her time before giving the other the attention they deserved. "Mr Black, welcome." The blonde managed a polite smile as she reached for the chart. Whatever little information had been given, it always seemed to make more sense to ask the person in question directly. "We'll move over there in a moment," she paused, pointing toward some of the equipment. "but I do have some questions regarding some things before we get started on that. If you don't mind?"

[bellaaegis]

who: @thelionshrt where: store stalls near the entrance

If there was something that couldn't be denied, it was the witch having a soft spot for events such as this. Was it the crowd gathering and the chaos always bound to happen? The news floating in from London? Or perhaps the stores fighting over who held the best bargain? It all made for a rather interesting night. For a while now, the Slytherin had been making the rounds by herself, always on the lookout for something she was direly missing or perhaps could add to her collection when she spotted her cousin. "Look at that, Salazar Slytherin, hm?"

Bellatrix didn't bother stopping until she noticed an item by one of the stalls right next to the other. Whether he had stopped there or not was of no concern. For a moment she peered down at the box. "Walk with me?" What appeared to be a question wasn't entirely what it appeared to be. While she'd always let her family have a choice, it was more of an offer of spending some time together before the busy life at Hogwarts would take over. "I could have sworn I saw you arrive earlier in a much different outfit. What happened to that one? Don't tell me someone spilled something on it or else I may have to hex them." An offer that could become reality all too quickly. "What was it meant to be, any way? It looked a little bit otherworldly."

[bellaaegis]

Regulus had always been the favorite cousin, easily beating Sirius. A gut feeling that eventually proved to be more than correct when the other had decided that bringing shame upon the family name was more important than the family left behind. Of course, the view her cousin may have had on the matter did not matter all in that moment. No, instead she was left with the better of the two, the one she actually saw a connection with. The bonds of family were not as easily broken as that lion-chasing coward made it out to be. "Well, I suppose we'll have to find the one factor that will make it stand out."

To the witch it was as simple as that. If Regulus felt the essay lacked something, that something simply needed to be found. "There has to be something someone like Slughorn would find impressive, surely. What do you think it lacks?" Bellatrix couldn't help but think of just how desperately the professor seemed to be chasing any and all names of importance. Like a bad habit, the oddest collection of most treasured acquaintances.; surely that was something one could work with. "We both know you're smart enough to crack this. If anyone is, it will be you. Just how many times have you gone over it?" - @thelionshrt

When Regulus heard Bella behind him he was hit with a mix of relief and worry. He didn't have a problem with his older cousin, not in the slightest really, he admired her a great deal even. It was because of how much he looked up to her that her presence when he was struggling so badly was a problem.

"Sorry, " he apologized genuinely, looking up at her properly "Potions essay, it's due tomorrow and it's not-it's just boring." he said before shaking his head. It wasn't perfect was the thing, it was far from it. good maybe, he would surely pass if it handed it in but that didn't mean it was good enough. He needed it to stand out, to be better than anything else Slughorn had ever read. Just good was mediocre in his mind "It's not, I'm sure it's like every other bloody essay he's had handed to him." He muttered in response.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Thread

@jegulus-microfic April 16, Word count 270

Previous part First part

Turning with the cat that was Regulus, still lying across his shoulders, James took in the collection of animals waiting for them to notice them. 

“Wow,” he gasped as he beheld the dazzling white unicorn, standing with her head lifted high. The long twisted horn glinted in the moonlight. The unicorn fit Pandora perfectly. Ethereal and mystical. A small furred animal thread its way through her legs. An Arctic fox, its white fur dull beside the brilliance of Pandora's unicorn hair. 

“Is the fox Evan?” Sirius asked. 

“I think so,” James replied. The fox let out an odd sound. A cross between a laugh and a bark before leaping onto Pandora's back and sitting there happily. 

A flash of bright light drew James’s attention to a branch on one of the trees lining the clearing. A Phoenix stared down at him, it almost seemed to be smirking at him. Regulus meowed softly into his ear. Dorcas flapped her fiery wings before carefully folding them behind her.

“So if the unicorn is Pandora, the fox is Evan, the phoenix is Dorcas,” Remus listed off his fingers. “Then where’s Barty?” 

Wizard and animagus alike looked around the tree line for the missing animagus. James heard that annoyed chittering sound again and looked down at the grass. There in the middle of the clearing sat a tiny chipmunk. 

“Aww, he’s adorable,” Sirius cooed, bending down to pick the chipmunk up.

“Er, Pads, that might not be the best…” James tried to warn him. 

“Ouch!” Sirius yelped. “Why you little!” Suddenly, the black bear-sized dog appeared, and the little chipmunk ran for its life. 

Next part

[impcrios]

@rest1essly

where : bonfire .

regulus had never been able to give up smoking, a commoner trait, he though of his father saying in the back of his head, but he put the cigarette in between his mouth and lit it with his wand. it was quiet here, his parents somewhere else, while he loved them, he needed to be away from them, his eyes always searching out for sirius. he looks to his other side and sees remus, his armour tightens, and he breathes deep, "what do you want lupin?" he asks.

[bcrtiesjr]

" did you hear that? i sound like a bloody zombie, " he complains, his voice dripping with annoyance. his brow immediately furrows as the recording is leaked. he hadn’t intended to go into details, nor did he want to mention anything about it, but the thing was, he’d been with regulus at the time of the broadcast, and with him, he could afford to be a little more... open. the grimace on his lips lingers as he rubs his hands over his face, as if trying to shake off a nightmare. with a frustrated huff, he reaches out and takes regulus’s hand. " forget it. i won’t let that keep bothering me, " he says, his tone surprisingly sincere, a clear honesty reflected in his voice. " i’ve prepared something. " he adds, his thumb gently stroking regulus's wrist. " you know, to make up for the disaster the other day— " a forced smile flickers on his face, though it’s clear he can’t quite manage a genuine one when the memories are so bitter. " close your eyes, " he requests, his voice softening as he does the same, and within three seconds, they’re standing on the island of mykonos. the warm sun and crystal-clear blue waters immediately overshadow the cold remnants of war left behind in the united kingdom. " i did think about france, but... well, it was a bit too clichéd, and besides, you’d probably be showing off your french all the bloody time—so annoying, " he teases, a sly smile curving the corners of his lips.

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍 BARTY'S FLAT

[notdelicatc]

Expectations could weigh heavy on the mind and soul. If anyone knew that, it was the witch that had worked her entire life to fit in with people she so desperately wanted to belong with. The change in her status did nothing to alter a feeling so familiar and normal to her. Perhaps that was another reason she appreciated the company of the younger wizard. If anything, unless she was entirely wrong about what she perceived about the other, he certainly was another soul shouldering the burden of expectations. "Who knows. Not everyone wielding magic wants their name marked down for history to see. I wouldn't be surprised if someone had their magic helping along." Emmeline simply doubted that muggles could create buildings as imposing and impressive as those found around the world. Surely someone had to have helped along.

"Right, your family has quite the collection." One she would have loved to look over, even if only to admire. Perhaps she had a love too deep for the dark arts to be considered normal, but to her these creations were simply too magical to pass up. A nod of her head, motioning toward the building and a firm grasp pulling her from her thoughts was needed. "You can consider this little mission a bit more fun. We're here to mess with things, send a message only those with magic will understand." The brunette turned toward the younger of the two. "Did you know their minister knows of us? I wonder how many of the fools inside that building have an inkling." In her eyes it was a shame that their silly minister would ever be considered worthy enough to know of a world so much better than them. "Lets cause some chaos. Well, that and find something they allegedly have stored away in their archives." There were no plans to take back what was theirs, no. Only to leave behind a little magic to teach them a lesson. - @battle-scvrs

It felt like more missions than ever were being sent his way, and he dared not mention it to anyone else lest it sound like he was complaining about serving the Dark Lord. What had initially been nothing more than once a fortnight was becoming at least once every few days, and his other days were taken up with trying to force himself into being the man everyone expected him to be. The sight of Emmeline had the tension releasing from Regulus' shoulders - she didn't have the same level of expectation of him as some of the others, and that settled his nerves about the evening ahead.

Turning his attention back to the building that towered over them, he nodded his agreement. "It's quite beautiful, really. It's a wonder the muggles managed to create something this beautiful all on their own...or perhaps, there was wizardry involved at the time," he mused, although he supposed that if a wizard had been involved in the architecture of the muggle government then that would be documented in one of their history books. "I am familiar with curses, Merlin knows my family has enough cursed artefacts around the house...but I can certainly cast curses too."

[edgcrmb]

returning to that house stirred up a dangerous mix of emotions. a whirlpool of sensations tightened in the pit of his stomach, so intense it nearly made him feel ill. but he knew his mission there was of the utmost importance. and that, under no circumstances, should anyone in the order find out. his fingers trailed along the dark, familiar walls as he moved through the old corridors, a smile occasionally flickering on his lips whenever a flash of memory surfaced. " i always thought they could’ve done a bit more with the tapestry... never liked this colour, " he remarked, making his presence known, leaning casually against the doorframe. his gaze fell on regulus, and a lump caught in his throat. " alright, reg? " he asked, raising an eyebrow. " kreacher let me in, of course. i suppose i still have some pure-blood privileges around here, " he added with a hint of sarcasm, the words leaving a dry taste in his mouth. he needed to know how regulus was after that disastrous event. although, truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he feared more for his well-being or for the growing reality of his suspicions. " don’t worry, i won’t be here long. "

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍 GRIMMAULD PLACE

[fcrox]

who: @thelionshrt where: Grimmauld Place when: Early Afternoon

Grimmauld Place always held a mixture of familiarity mixed with its at times cold-appearing interior. The exterior held the same design as most houses around, yet there was a certain fondness for it simply because of the people found behind its doors. Well, that was one person. There was only polite respect for the other Blacks. Her loyalty was with their son, Regulus and thus far nothing had managed to change that. For the longest of time, he’d been a companion in her life. Before her life had been taken over by ministry duties, this had been a large part of it. It had been a while since she’d last set foot within the house and somehow promptly ended up in the living room with a cup of tea in her hand.

That, of course, was nothing unusual. In fact, Estelle rather enjoyed the tea served at Grimmauld Place. “Your mother insisted I have a cup. She left a while ago.” Beyond that, she always took the offer of tea simply out of politeness. She had done well for herself, learning how to act accordingly. “It is rather nice, mind you. Come sit! Catch up with me. It’s been too long, and I hardly get out of the ministry these days.” If all would be going according to plan, perhaps she’d have a shot at becoming a personal assistant to the minister of magic after all. She did miss her friend, but there was only so much she could do in between all those little tasks.

[treachrus]

Closed starter for @impcrios (regulus)

Severus nursed the same flute of champagne all evening. He was less interested in getting drunk at such events and more interested in making connections and digging up secrets. Keen eyes scanned the room, weighing the response to the Minister’s speech. Filing away names, faces, odd reactions. His eyes fell upon a familiar figure in the distance. Regulus made his way through the crowd with the haughty tilt expected of a Black, well dressed and superior, with the newly acquired family ring gleaming in the bright lights. Severus suppressed a smile as he approached. Even from afar, Regulus looked desperately unhappy to be here. 

“ Lord Black, ” Severus greeted. “ So good of you to grace these wretched halls with your presence. We are all ever so grateful to set our unworthy eyes upon your Lordship. How can we express the true depth of our gratitude? An impossible task! ”

[leogratia]

There was joy all around, laughter filling the air and yet an unease was mixed in with the smile that lit up Lily's face as she walked down the rows of vendor tents. Of course, anything situation involving quidditch could hardly go without merchandise and the usual additions of food and drink and other trinkets. Her eyes had been scanning the offerings, roaming across the booths all around until she spotted Regulus in the distance. The person in question always made her think of Sirius, although it was merely the bond of family that came to mind. What a surprise it was to see him dashing off rather than stay.

Quick feet had carried her after the other before finally catching up with him. "What are you in such a hurry over?" The redhead chuckled slightly as she softly bumped his shoulder. "Seems like you could use the company, hm?" This was Sirius' brother after all. Somehow she felt as though she should at the very least offer him the company. A crowded place like this, whether it be a happy celebration or not, it left her feeling the need for company; potentially just as much as others. "You used to play, didn't you?" - @rblcck

Quidditch Event, Before the Match Outside the Vendor Tents Regulus & Open

Regulus knew it was a bad idea to be out right now. Surely there would be people attending the match that he wouldn't want to see. His biggest fear right now was running into his cousin, at least her husband was stuck in Azkaban and he wouldn't have to worry about Rodolphus catching him. The Quidditch game felt safer than just going out shopping, though. There were so many people around, from all around the world, and Regulus felt as though he could blend in with the crowd.

He managed to get through the line to get himself a bottle of beer. It felt nice to have this little bit of normalcy. It had been a long time since Regulus attended an event like this, and it was.... nice. Exactly what he needed to get himself out of the house for awhile. However, as he glanced up, he noticed a set of eyes staring directly at him. He didn't even bother to try and register who it was, Regulus simply ducked his head down and attempted to get lost within the crowd.

[bellaaegis]

who: @sisyphians where: practicing area of the dueling club

A parchment in one hand, a quill in the other; that was how one could find Bellatrix mere minutes after the dueling club had finished their late evening session for the day. With a new year at Hogwarts came the usual fresh sign ups and it was safe to say that the witch was far from impressed. Now, she wasn't against all of them but with some she questioned the reasoning for their choice, wondering if perhaps something calmer such as the frog choir may have been a better thing to occupy their free time. "The nerve of some of these, can you believe it? I was worried half of them would drop their wand at a duels mere mention."

Bellatrix had always been one to push things further than most, had always made sure to perfect her dueling skills. It wasn't just the need to be something beyond a daughter from the Black family, no. It was her very own need to proof to the world how lethal and skillful someone, anyone, could be if only they put their mind to it. Well, those deserving of it, anyway.

Her head whipped around, glancing toward the corner where she'd last noticed movement, the one person she'd spoken to just a moment ago. Everyone else had left. "It's such a blessing to have someone smart around. You're sticking with the team as well?" Bellatrix held out the list for her cousin to look over, proceeding to ignore her very own question.

[battle-scvrs]

An owl had arrived early that morning with a time and a location for Regulus to meet one of his assigned protectors, which Reg had promptly burned. He was curious to know whether Edgar had been able to meet his request for any assigned protectors to be pureblooded, otherwise he was going to have to start thinking quickly a reason as to why he would be seen with them. He needed to speak to the auror again and see what kind of assurances he was putting in place to ensure that these protectors wouldn't turn around and betray Reg for the right price, as he was placing his life into these unknown hands.

Apparating into the back room at the Hogs Head, Regulus was grateful to see he was there first. A grubby looking pint of undisclosed beer was waiting for him, and Reg cast a few detection spells to ensure it wasn't poisoned before taking a sip with a grimace. He heard footsteps heading up the stairs before he saw the man, and as soon as James Potter rounded the corner Regulus immediately stood up. "No. No, no, no. This is not happening. This is not happening." @jamesffleamont

[thefvrious]

@atrickrtreat sent 🎲 and got -> a tentative kiss.

It had been a few days since he had seen her last, and they hadn't left things on the greatest terms. They were having trouble seeing eye-to-eye, but Regulus hoped beyond hope that they would be able to resolve this rift that was growing between them. That's why he was hesitant before leaning in to kiss her in greeting. "Are we okay?"

[veelavie]

A simple day filled with simple tasks, going over the translation of one thing and compiling a speech on the other end only to be interrupted by a house elf popping into the room to inform her of a visitor. Her parents were out, her brother not around either which left only her to pick up the task of a host to whomever it was that had just entered the manor. With a sigh the witch had dropped her quill back into the little ink pot before making her way to the foyer. The sight within the entrance hall was not one she was prepared for, though.

The war had turned many a thing upside down, had changed lives or, in some case, seemingly ended said lives entirely. Estelle had observed as one such life had been altered and changed, had watched how the war had turned her very own brother into a shell of himself due to the events that had transpired. Of course, anyone else may have blamed Evan for the outcome of the battle against Alastor Moody. Estelle knew better.

Yet in all of it there was one thing that had clearly hit its mark just that much harder than the rest. The death of Regulus Black, someone who had chosen a side so far from what they all had seen to be the path the other would walk. The world was full of surprises, what was one more? But the utter shock it had been to hear from her own brother that said person in question was still alive? Oh that was a surprise even the blonde couldn't have predicted.

"Regulus Black. What a surprise!" Estelle stepped out of the shadows. "What can I do for you?" You have some nerve showing up here. It wasn't the betrayal that stung, no. No matter how much the former Slytherin disliked the notion of a traitor, what mattered truly was the pain Evan had gone through. - @pxint-it-blxck

Location: Rosier Manor Open for: @veelavie

Perhaps Regulus should have called a head to make sure that Evan was actually at home but he couldn't be bothered. Instead, after a long day of being threatened by Bellatrix and making himself known to the world again, he had made his way to the only place that ever truly felt like home.

Much like the Potters had always welcome Sirius into there home, Regulus had always been welcome in the Rosier Manor. Which, now that he was thinking about it, might have changed given which side the war the Rosiers had fallen on and what Regulus had done.

He took a pause then, his hand resting against the polished handle of the front door. Surely Evan would not allow him be thrown out, would he? Even if someone else in the family tried to force him away, Evan wouldn't have that... He should have called ahead.

Breathing out a sigh, Regulus pulled the door open and stepped inside. He didn't see anyone right away but his ears prickled with the sounds of foot steps coming from just down a hall off the main entrance room. "Evan?" Regulus called out as he stepped forwards and heeled off his shoes. "It's me." He spoke again heading towards the foot falls.