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meadowxs​:

      dorcas  meadowes  prided  herself  on  being  a  beyond  exceptional  potions  student  and  she  means  exceptional.  her  parents  put  immense  amounts  of  pressure  on  her  to  continue  her  studies  in  potions,  wishing  her  to  be    ❛  the  next  great  meadowes  woman  to  bring  something  useful  to  the  death  eater  cause…  ❜  .  dorcas  would  always  respond  with  a  nod  with  a  grateful  smile  to  her  father  but  inside  her  head  played  a  constant  loop  of  ❛  as  if  i  would  ever  do  something  like  that  !  ❜  

      but  alas,  here  she  is  in  a  healing  potions  class  that  not  only  her  parents  are  pushing  on  her,  but  she  hearing  the  other  order  members  are  taking  as  well.  even  if  she  could  not  make  her  alliance  to  the  order  known,  she  would  at  least  try  and  keep  herself  as  close  to  their  ranks  as  she  possibly  could.  her  nerves  starting  to  build  when  she  saw  person  after  person  enter  the  room  and  no  one  would  approach  her  to  partner  until…  

      jumping  when  a  loud  BAM!    echoed  in  her  ears  of  books  hitting  the  table!  placing  her  hand  over  her  heart,  dorcas  whipped  around  to  find  the  offender  of  the  scare  that  ran  through  her  body.  the  offender  being  none  other  than  a  mr.  sirius  black.  

      ❛ merlin  sirius!  you  scared  the  shit  out  of  me , ❜  she  scolded  with  a  tease,  hitting  the  man  on  his  bicep  as  she  calmed  her  heart.  laughing  to  herself,  dorcas  adjusted  her  own  books  and  leaned  against  the  table.  ❛ will  this  class  be  like  last  time  with  you  nearly  burning  your  eyebrows  off ? ❜  dorcas  continued  to  tease with a lift in her eyebrow,  using  her  foot  to  push  one  of  the  stools  closer  to  sirius.  

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Sirius laughed softly and rubbed his arm where she’d hit him. “Sorry, Dorcas. Didn’t mean to.” His smirk and wink said he maybe meant to just a little bit. “Didn’t mean to scare you that bad at least, promise.” He hooked the offered stool with his foot and sat down. 

He hummed at the question, running a finger over his brows. “You know, I haven’t decided yet? I did rather like getting to draw them on for the rest of that term." He wiggled his eyebrows, remembering some of the crazy ones he’d drawn. They were almost always severe and dramatic. He’d become rather fond of the super sharp ones he’d learned to draw just as the hair started becoming properly visible again. “Then again, they did grow in a bit dodgy. Best not to risk them not growing back at all, you know?”

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xwulf​:

remy !

         remus  looked  to  the  side   ,   brows  raised  in  tired  amusement   .   “   by  all  means   ,    ”   he  replied   ,   pointedly   ,   “   go  for  a  jog   .    lift  some  things   .   ”   the  young  werewolf  knew  exactly  what  this  was  about   .   he  had  been  around  the  first  time  it  happened  and  he  wasn’t  exactly  interested  in  watching  it  happen  again   .   not  when  he  remembered  how  it  affected  sirius   .   “   come  on   .   take  that  stuff  off  and  let’s  go  grab  some  breakfast   .    my  treat   .   ”    he  inwardly  cringed   ,   knowing  full  well  he  couldn’t  really  afford  it   .   “    …  waffles   ?    bacon   ?    yeah   ?   ”

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“That not...” Sirius’ brow furrowed and he frowned. He supposed both of those things were involved in training. Endurance and strength were both necessary. It just wasn’t what he immediately associated with quidditch training. It wasn’t the fun part, he supposed. He paused at the offer, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re bribing me. Tempting me away. I don’t appreciate it.” But was he going to give in? He narrowed his eyes at Remus. “Fine. But my treat, not yours.”

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maewishart​:

The idea that nothing that was said had upset him seemed unlikely. It hadn’t even been said about her and Maeve was a little upset by what she had heard yesterday, unable to fathom a family dynamic where one brother was no longer allowed to even talk to the other. But she didn’t know Sirius anywhere near well enough to know for sure how he would process those things. If he really was mostly unaffected then she had to give him credit for being a much stronger person than herself. Pursing her lips, Maeve looked away from a moment as she shook her head just slightly. “I’ll never be able to understand how a family could be like that.” She admitted before she had truly thought through her words and whether or not she should say them out loud. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that at such a young age. That wasn’t right to have that pressure and fear placed on you.” Her parents had always pushed her to get the best out of her because they knew she was capable of something great. But even as she did feel the stress and pressure of that, Mae still had always known that her parents would have loved her and supported her even if her life hadn’t gone according to plan. “From the sounds of it, you did the right thing in leaving. I can only imagine how hard that must have been, but you seem better without them.” 

Hearing they had managed to get some work on the project done brought the smile back to her lips though, relieved to know Regulus had managed to find a way to work with him. Regulus had seemed like the one most upset about the whole situation and adamant about the change, so she let out a small sigh knowing he had moved past that.  “Oh good! That’s really good, I’m glad to hear that.” Maybe having to do the project together could end up being a good thing for them. “You two seem very bright and capable, I’m sure your project is going to be great.”

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Sirius snorted a bit. “Then you haven’t seen behind the pureblood family curtain much. All the Sacred Twenty-Eight are like that.” At least that’s what Sirius told himself, and he hadn’t seen evidence to contradict it yet. He chewed the inside of his cheek, accepting her sympathy with stiff nods. He scratched his neck nervously at her last statement. “Didn’t leave. Got kicked out. They...” His law professor didn’t need to know the details of the Black family loyalties, that they thought they could control him with a mark. “Anyway. Ended up at the Potters’ my last year of school. Credit them with a lot of how I turned out, yeah.”

He gave her a weak smile as talk turned toward the project itself. “He’s bright. And won’t take anything less than a top grade.” He winked at her and chuckled. “I get by. I am interested in the class, though. I was actually in the auror course of classes up until last term. So, adjacent to all this.”

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xwulf​:

          despite  the  situation   ,   one  he  knew  all  too  well   ,   he  couldn’t  help  but  wear  a  subtle  smile   .   sirius  was  practically  a  hoofer   ,   always  dancing  around  the  point  with  ease   .   “  hmm  .  ”   he  gave  a  thoughtful  nod   ,   crossing  his  arms  over  his  chest  as  he  leaned  his  backside  against  the  counter   .   “   as  is  often  the  case  with  our  conversations   ,   i’m  sorry  i  asked   .   and  i’m  assuming  this  has  absolutely  nothing  to  do  with  who  just  started  school  here   ?   ”   remus  studied  the  raven-haired  boy  carefully   ,   sparks  of  concern  visible  in  his  weary  hues   .

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“No idea what you mean by that, Moons.” Sirius turned to face him, staring him down for a long moment before he broke. It was more than trust he had with his friends. It was more than making a choice not to lie to them. He never could bring himself to keep up any sort of lie. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe it’s got a little to do with him. But it’ll be fine. Aren’t physical outlets supposed to be like, healthy or whatever?”

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Who: @regallionheart​ @ssiriussly​ Location: Campus

“Sounds like a bad habit.” Regulus sniffed, haughtily. Sirius may no longer be one of them but he should know better than to get addicted to something, especially as now he did not have the family’s wealth to support him. Perhaps Alphard had been holding out on how much Black money he had amassed. “And how muggles manage to get brilliant from radical is beyond me.” Muggles really were not the brightest of creatures.

Blinking in surprise at Sirius’ words, Regulus cocked his head in confusion - it was their lecturer who had refused to make amendments, despite the circumstances. He also felt that Sirius rather neglected his point that Sirius’ offer of taking the blame held a greater kindness, seeing as there was a perfectly acceptable lecturer to point at. “Understood.” He said primly, wondering what it would be like for mother and father to meet Sirius once more and whether he would be permitted to watch.

Regulus rather thought that it would be the polite thing to supply a hot beverage as it had not been an explicit denial. He waved his wand to set the water boiling and brought out his loose leaf tea and fine, emerald green tea cups with silver scaled snakes as the handle. A plate shortly followed, with a collection of biscuits, just to be sure. “Kreacher is a wonderful cook.” Regulus said cooly, as he prepared everything and his face flushed at the mention of the newspaper clippings. He had not yet been informed of the Knights of Walpurgis at that point although he had not quiet ceased his fascination with the news. There was a box under his bed.

“What does it matter if I have newspaper clippings or not? At least I’m interested in current affairs” Regulus snapped, a harsh glare in his eyes, although his ears remained a delicate shade of pink. “If you want to be invasive, my bedroom is just down the hall.” He challenged, fairly certain Sirius would not be so rude to go searching in his room and what did it matter if he did find them? It would be stupid to ignore what was going on in the world.

~ @ssiriussly​ ~

Sirius’ eye was caught as the tea set flew together. “Eugh, maybe I should bring my own mugs. Pretty sure I’m at risk of bursting into flames, drinking from one of those.” Before Regulus could take it to heart and change the set, he laughed. “I’m kidding. That’s the set Father got you Christmas your first year, yeah?” Only their father would think a tea set was an appropriate gift for an eleven-year-old. Of course, it likely wasn’t meant to be a gift for Regulus; it was meant to be a slight against Sirius.

He immediately regretted putting his foot in his mouth with the comment about the newspaper clippings. “It was just a comment, Reg. I didn’t mean anything by it. That’s just what I remember about your room at home.” Probably a bit sad, that that’s what he remembered. That and how they’d gotten into a petty contest of house pride. By the end of it, even Sirius admitted that at least Silver and Green were a little less blinding. However, Regulus’ reaction was too interesting for him to linger on his regret or just let it go. “But I have no idea what you mean by that. I’m as interested in current affairs as anyone. Probably more than some, really.” Hadn’t their parents told Regulus why he left? Did he not understand just how deep his betrayal of the family went?

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maewishart​:

Giving a slight nod, Maeve’s smile grew for a moment before letting out a short and soft laugh of her own. “Fair enough. You never did strike me as the type to do things out of a sense of obligation.” While Sirius wasn’t someone she knew well back in her school days, she could recall him always seeming like the type to do things his own way. 

Hearing that the woman had ripped into McGonagall and Dumbledore before made Maeve pause for a moment and she looked up at him raising a brow as if hoping he was going to take that back. If Walburga Black had no qualms about confronting much older and more established professors for something as insignificant as the house he was in at Hogwarts, then Maeve was certainly in for it. But she knew she was doing the right thing in remaining fair to everyone else in the class, so even if she was nervous she didn’t want to show it. “Well, I was bound to have to deal with an angry parent at some point this year. Might as well get the worst over with first.” Shrugging one shoulder Mae shifted her weight and leaned against her desk. “I do owe you an apology though for making you continue to work with Regulus after everything that was said yesterday. I hope you understand I’m just trying to do what’s right and fair for everyone.” 

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Sirius saw the moment of hesitation, the familiar moment of people waiting for him to reveal the punchline. Unfortunately, there was no punchline to that one. He’d gotten his first howler over his second breakfast at Hogwarts rather than his first because Walburga’s first reaction was to try to correct the error. It was the last time she ever gave him any benefit of the doubt. Any future slights were simply immediately blamed on him.

Her apology caught him off guard, a bit. “Nah. It’s alright. Nothing he said in front of you yesterday upset me. It’s…shocking to hear the first time, I suppose. That he’s not supposed to even associate with me. But we were raised with it.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against a bookshelf behind him. “My parents have this huge family tree tapestry. Centuries old. It’s a bit inevitable that we ask as kids what the burn marks everywhere are about. And when you’re that young? You don’t know what a ‘blood traitor’ really is. You just understand that person did something bad, and now they’re something worse than dead.” He shook his head a bit at the memories, how much it had fucked him up for so long. How scared he’d been as a child that sending him to his room for his pranks wouldn’t be enough one day. How naive he’d been. “Anyway. Like I said, it’s fine. I get it, and I agree that it’s only fair. We even managed to work on it a bit already, in between bickering. I think it’s going to be fine.”

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do you think people are capable of changing?

"People as a vague concept? Yeah. I hope so. I think if someone puts in the effort, they can change.

Do I think most people do put in that effort? No. In fact, I think it should be assumed that most people are only "changing" because it's convenient to be seen a certain way, not because they actually changed their minds about anything.

Do I think that even if they change, they deserve to be forgiven for what they did before? Fuck no."

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xwulf​:

remy !

             despite  appearances   (   i.e.,  the  infamous  lupin  smile  and  the  energetic  conversations   )   the  young  werewolf  didn’t  sleep  very  often   .   at  some  point  along  the  way   ,   his  body  began  to  betray  him             the  selfish  prick    ,    withholding  sleep  like  a  lover  withholding  sex   .    so  he  was  used  to  waking  up  before  the  sun   .    used  to  a  beautiful  hour  or  two  of  peaceful  nothingness  before  anyone  woke  up   .   so  …   what  the  hell  was  sirius  doing  awake   ?     “   padfoot   .   ”    he  spoke  with  a  stern  nod   ,   eyes  studying  the  quidditch  attire  than  adorned  his  figure   .    “   so  kind  of  you   .    appreciate  it   .   figure  i’d  get  a  head  start  on  the  day   .    you  know   …   work  on  some  assignments   ,   see  some  friends   .   the  weather  will  be  changing  soon   ,   so  i  really  want  to  enjoy  that  while  i  can   .   oh   ,   hey   !   quick  question    .   ”   he  replied  plainly   ,   the  sarcasm  evident  as  he  wiped  away  the  excess  tired  from  his  eyes   .   “   what   ,    ”    remus  sighed   ,   ”   is  all  this  about   ?   ”

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Oh, the sigh. The sigh stung a bit. Sirius knew what the sigh meant. “Well, you see, I just wanted to see if the old gear fit, and...” It was bullshit; he’d gone to Diagon just this last weekend and bought this. And when he looked in Remus’ eyes, he knew he couldn’t continue with that lie. He shut his mouth. “I’m going out for the quidditch team. A quidditch team, I guess. Funny how it doesn’t really matter which one this time around, hm? Weird way of doing it, I think.” He heard the percolator start bubbling, so he turned and flipped over an hourglass on the counter. Used it as an opportunity not to meet Remus’ eyes. “And, well. I’m a bit out of practice, so I decided to take a page out of Prongs’ book and hit the pitch first thing.”

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Do you ever regret going against your family?

“Against my parents? No. Fuck them, they never cared for me anyway. Only their idea of a perfect heir.

I do regret leaving Regulus. Merlin knows they must’ve placed my failure at his feet, and he didn’t deserve that.”

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opasnosts​:

the blonde chuckled, sirius was known for being impatient when it came to guessing games. she had known so, but it was still fun to rattle him up a bit. “ maybe a cigarettes’ could brighten this witches mood.” with a tilt to her head she looked the other over. they hadn’t seen each other since the end of the last semester. so this was nice for her, she liked spending time with him.  he never seemed to pry too much. 

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“Oh, now that’s a wish I can grant.” Sirius relaxed and instantly went for his pack of cigs, opening it and offering her pick. He even lit it for her before going for one himself. He tucked the French book away, seeing he would be getting no studying done with her around. “So...just down because of cravings, or is something else going on that I might be able to help with? I’ve been told I’m a very good listener.”

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Who: @regallionheart​ @ssiriussly​ Location: Campus

“I can’t believe it feels good.” Regulus commented, giving Sirius a look. “And I have no idea what rad means, certainly not radiant.” But he suspected a more important reason may have been that there was no way their mother would have approved. It would be nice though, to imagine the other reasons may have taken a greater presidence.

Stiffening as Sirius pattered his back, Regulus looked pointedly away. They were not on familiar terms. Sirius had left, after all, despite Regulus’ best efforts. “I did’t blame everything on you, just your own faults.” He bit back before having the good grace to look abashed. Sirius was doing him a kindness. “Which is why your proposition matters. If I blamed it on our lecturer, I do not think it would go down as well. You didn’t have to offer.” It was an awkward apology to get out and he would not meet Sirius’ eyes.

Leading the way, Regulus tried to look aloof and as if he wasn’t walking with Sirius, was not running through what he imagined everyone else was talking about as they saw them together. He could just imagine the gossip that would spread.

His apartment was neat, made to look as close to home as might be achieved. Regulus loved the blacks and greens. Sadly much of the Dark Artefacts could not be taken as people tended to be rather… squeamish about such things. “I was not permitted to take Kreacher with me but I fancy I could manage to brew a cup of coffee or steep a pot of tea should you require refreshments.” Regulus offered, making sure the door was closed and locked, so they might be be disturbed.

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“Well, it feels good at first. Makes you calm, giddy. After a while, you're just doing it to avoid the crash, though. Like I said, don't start.” Sirius burst out in a barking laugh when Regulus so haughtily admitted he didn't know what ‘rad’ meant. “It means...Well, it’s short for ‘radical’ and it’s used sort of the same way as ‘Brilliant’?” It felt strange, explaining slang to his brother. “Don’t worry about it. Picked it up from muggle radio stations. Some American musician said it.”

Of course Regulus was pulling away now that he’d shown that bit of emotion. Sirius had expected it. It was his own pattern, although he’d gotten much more comfortable with wearing at least his surface emotions on his sleeve. At the mention of blaming the lecturer, Sirius stepped in front of him to give him a severe look. “Don’t even joke. Leave her out of it. We don’t need to pull other people into our family drama. We can be adults about it. I’ll say the same thing to Mother and Father if I have to. Got it, Reg?”

He stepped aside and let Regulus lead. He even played along and hung back from him like he seemed to want. The apartment was everything Sirius expected and he hated it. It was like walking into his nightmares. But he could deal with it for a term. He snorted softly at the offer. “Of course they didn’t. Mother and Father would starve if you brought Kreacher here. Miracle they don’t now, with how bad his cooking is, though. No, I don’t ‘require’ anything. If you’re making something for yourself, I’ll have some, though.” He politely removed his shoes and hung his leather jacket by the door before he started wandering about, looking at the way Regulus had decorated to somehow make the apartment look so much like Grimmauld. “I see your decorating taste has improved. Or are newspaper clippings only for the bedroom?”

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sirius : my brother is such an asshole, i just hate him so much

random gryffindor : you're right, fuck him

marauders : .......

sirius : *you* don't get to say that

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Sirius: I live outside the law. I'm a badass. I'm a rebel. I'm a fighter-

Remus: Calm down, Padfoot, it's just a leather jacket.

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who: @maewishart​ & @ssiriussly​ where: her office

Her office had quickly become one of the few places on college grounds that Maeve found true solace in. There was something so comforting and peaceful about being wrapped up in four walls meticulously decorated by herself to be as familiar as possible to her. From the bookshelves stacked with old favourites to the framed photos on the walls across from her desk and the small tea set up just off the to left of her desk, her office was a her favourite place to unwind after a long day of classes. Of course, just because the teaching portion was over for the day didn’t mean her job ended, as proven by the knock on her door. Assuming it was just a student with a question regarding her lecture or the upcoming assignments she was quick to call out a ‘come in’ figuring it would be a conversation that wouldn’t take long. That is until she glanced up from the papers on her desk and noticed Sirius Black stepping into her office. “Oh, Mr. Black. No, you’re not interrupting anything, it’s alright.” She almost made a comment that if he was back to ask about a partner switch again she was going to have to ask him to leave, but she held it back at the last second. She figured she had made her point perfectly clear the day before, and she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn’t stoop to asking her again, especially not so soon. Her brow quirked slightly as he voiced his apology, noting how awkward he seemed about the whole thing, but she refrained from smiling until the flowers were held out to her. “You know you didn’t have to do this, right? While I do appreciate both the apology for yesterday and the warning, you don’t owe me any apologies on your mother’s behalf. She’s a grown woman and should be able to handle herself accordingly. And if she can’t and decides to take out her frustrations on me, well that’s not your fault.” Standing up to take the vase, she offered a smile before looking down to arrange some of her paperwork, making a spot for the vase to sit on her desk. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I stuck to keeping you two together. Anything that happens now is equally on me, so you don’t have to worry about it.”     

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At least he got a smile. That took some of the awkwardness away for him. If she had just continued looking at him like that, he would have just walked out and never returned. But the flowers made her smile, so he was in the clear. Still, his hands stuffed their way into his jacket pockets and his shoulders hunched a bit. “I know I don’t have to do it. If I did, it would have taken me longer.” He chuckled a bit to himself, more of an exhale than anything. 

The comment about his mother got a more proper snort out of him. Someone should probably tell her she’s a grown woman. He nearly said it out loud, but he was almost certain that was way over the line. Particularly with a law professor. “She won’t see it that way. She near tore Dumbledore and McGonagall a new one after I was sorted. And considering I’m all but dead to her, so she’s not likely to switch to me as a target? I figured you at least deserved a warning and some flowers at the very least.”

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Who: @regallionheart​ @ssiriussly​​ Location: Campus

A delicate eyebrow raised at Sirius’ words, wondering how his brother could ever look at muggles and not see their obvious inferiority. Sirius had admitted to their rather easy mortality when it came to things like smoking, it was just another indication, he should see muggles for what they were: lesser. Regulus paused, the old argument on the tip of his tongue before he sighed and looked away. It was not worth it. “Why did you start, then?” Regulus asked, turning his look of scorn into an inquisitive cock of his head.

Regulus was not so convinced that society would see them being partnered up as anything but a sign of some action on their part. They had not been able to convince their lecturer (which they should have been able to do) and surely the chance of them being paired together was so slim that this could not be chance. People would talk and it would reflect poorly on Regulus. He gave a small shrug. “Perhaps.” He said softly, eyes staring ahead.

“Yes, I’ve got my own place and it is presentable. We can head there now, a headstart would be useful. What with our…” Regulus paused, frowning. This was why he avoided Sirius. “What with my heritage, we would be well worth to excel above the rest of the class.” He could not face some halfblood or worse, a mudblood getting a better mark than a Black and a disowned one of their blood. Furthermore, with their history, no doubt they would need that headstart to actually churn out something they both agreed on.

“Thanks, Sirius.” He said, almost hesitantly, as Sirius offered to take the blame. He did not think it would do much when their parents found out but the thought was… unfounded. Sirius shouldn’t owe him a thing. 

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Sirius smirked around the cigarette. “Same reason I start doing most things, of course. Feels good. Looks rad.” There was the unspoken third reason they both knew as well: it pissed off their mother.

Sirius froze at the sound of his name, staring for a long second with his head cocked. He couldn’t place why it struck him, at first. It was just his name. His lips parted a bit as he realized. He couldn’t remember the last time Regulus had said his name. They hadn’t interacted much at all since the night he left for the Potters, but he couldn’t recall a single interaction where his name had left Regulus’ lips. there were a few instances he recalled where the younger boy had awkwardly talked around using it, in fact. 

He couldn’t help the tight but small smile that came over him as he looked away. He patted Regulus’ back. “Of course. What’s the point of having a family disgrace if you don’t get to blame everything on me, right?” He winked. 

He took one more drag and then snubbed out his cigarette against the brick behind him. “Let’s head off, then. We can at least pick a topic, if not make a plan and start dividing up the work. Lead the way.”

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hestxjones​:

“It seems that the university doesn’t want things to be easy. If you need it, I can help, although if it’s very difficult to go into the ancient vocabulary, I shouldn’t be of much help.” Hestia gave a little sigh, she wanted to help her friend, but even she wasn’t that good in French to translate something old “Now I’m curious, what have you been up to? Tell me please! I was in France during the summer, I found out interesting things about my family.”

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“Telling defeats the point of a secret, Hes. Even the Mauraders don’t know. You’ll find out when it’s done.”

He wrapped an arm around her and gently pulled her to come sit with him on the picnic blanket he’d laid out. Even if she wasn’t helping him with his homework and he wasn’t telling her about his project, he still was excited to see her. “You were in France, though? Where to? I liked my time there in the summers, even if I wasn’t fond of the company. You go there to find things out, or is that just how things turned out?