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I know, it's such a bad habit of mine.

Dear whoever thought it would be amusing to steal my pants:

I am shocked and appalled at such a threat!

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I am shocked and appalled at such a threat!

Dear whoever thought it would be amusing to steal my pants:

I will murder you and feed you to the Giant Squid.

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I do have all of my affairs in order, thank you for your concern!

Dear whoever thought it would be amusing to steal my pants:

I hope you’ve written your will already.

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EVERYTHING BEFORE THIS POST IS OLD!

Stop scrolling right now.

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I’m beginning to think you know me too well, Regulus. You only think I’m ridiculous. Doesn’t mean I am. I consider myself perfectly sane, and judging from the look of our fellow student body, you would be hard put to deny it. Nothing is unattainable, you just aren’t trying enough to get it.

Do I? It's about time. Don't try to get out of this with logic. My goal of the year is to make you sleep, and I always achieve my goal of the year. Nothing is unattainable? I'll keep that in mind next time I try to fly to the moon.

Unsurprisingly;

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As if you would care about anything I have to say if I weren't. You are ridiculous, no matter what else you might think. And you're sleeping this year. I have to study five years worth of everything; if I can sleep, you can. The only cure for a broken heart is completely unattainable as of this moment; I might have to just shrivel up and die instead of waiting.

Unsurprisingly;

Oh, because you’re so observant. Ridiculous? No, I don’t think so. And good luck with that. I have a lot of studying to do. Hm, coming from someone taking their O.W.Ls this year? Too bad I’m not a healer, or I could fix that.

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Announcement

Due to a tough but firm decision on behalf of the mods, the plot rp will be restarting, including relationships. While we understand that this will be difficult for people attached to certain plots and relationships of their own, this decision will make the rp more friendly to the new players joining us. However, a few things will be allowed to continue as they started after we moved to this blog: the Death Eater prompt, the relationship forming between Remus and Mary, and any friendships/enemies made by our new characters: Mary, Marlene, Bellatrix, Evan, and Alastor.

If you believe that you have been overlooked in the above list of exceptions or would like to request that a plot or relationship remain in tact through this restart, please contact the mods. The same goes for any other questions or concerns.

Thank you all very much.

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Regulus allowed a small smile. "Well, I've actually moved to the owlery. The owls make far better company than some of my dorm mates. They're cleaner, too." He was clearly joking, but he knew Remus wouldn't mind. Most people were used to not getting straight answers from him, and he figured Remus must have been even more used to it as they spent a rather large amount of time together. 

When Remus brought up rumors about things happening at the lake, Regulus was suddenly all attention, though he kept his face neutral. The only thing that sharpened was his eyes as he watched the other boy somewhat carefully and guardedly. "What rumors have you heard?" He kept his voice merely curious, as if he didn't already know what rumors Remus could have heard. It was a double-edged sword if people knew too much. For one, Regulus didn't need that hanging over his head for his own sake. For two, it was certainly an unspoken part of any instructions from the Dark Lord that people not know what was happening.  At mention of his brother, Regulus shook his head, giving Remus a wry almost-smile. "No need to be sorry. I'm far more used to him than even you are." It was true enough, though Regulus chose not to mention that, despite the many years since it had all began, Regulus still wasn't used to being on this side of Sirius; the side where all he got in return for anything he said was quick reproach and borderline hatred. 

A Chance Encounter ll Reg and Remus

Remus tousled the boys hair and took a seat (If he’s already sitting, he sat.. again) “Ah, you know. Studying. Homework. The usual” he said, stretching his legs out and leaning against the tree “So, what about you? There’s gotta be something new. We haven’t talked in a few weeks” Remus pointed out. “So something must have changed since then. Anything. Hair style, favorite book, current address” he listed.

“That and…” He paused, thinking for a moment “I heard something, awhile ago, that something happened or was happening out here… I just wanted to make sure that you know.. it was alright.” He shrugged “Also I’ve heard rumors. And I’m normally not the one to gossip about rumors and such but.. it was.. I don’t know. Stuff.” He shrugged and smiled at the boy. He’d probably  brought it up too soon, but Reg was like a brother to him, if something was wrong, he wanted to know what it was so he could help the boy fix it. “And sorry.. about Sirius.. I assume he’s giving you shit, he keeps complaining. I swear I’m about to punch him.” He said and  sighed. “I do not understand that boy” 

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Regulus rolled his eyes at the anti-Slytherin comeback. It had no logic, really; only a handful of Slytherins were actually the elitists foolish enough to follow the pureblood mania working up a storm outside of the school. The rest were simply keeping their heads down and defending their lineage at every turn if they even could.  At Sirius' last remark, Regulus shrugged before speaking the truth. "I most likely will, seeing as I hardly ever speak to you." Unless you're being an absolute git, he added to himself silently. He watched Sirius carefully as he put his wand away but stilled gripped it within his robes. An involutary flash of hurt showed on his face and stayed even longer in his eyes when he wondered what Sirius must think of him that he wouldn't even let go of his wand. Especially considering Sirius was far more angry and violent than he was. 

The hurt turned to anger when he realized that part of that response meant that Sirius felt trapped somehow, possibly by family. As if Sirius had any reason to felt trapped by their family. Their family had already largely given up on him, pushing everything on Regulus instead because they knew Regulus inside and knew that he hated hurting or disappointing anyone that came to him for anything. He found it so hard to say no, and now if he did, they would die. "You're a shit older brother," he said, his voice low with pain and anger and almost a murmur, before he turned his back to walk away, struggling to keep his face calm and bring his emotions back under his control. He takes the biggest and fastest steps he can despite know that it would be utterly useless if Sirius, who was and always had been taller than him, wanted to catch up. 

Brotherly love? Doubtful.||Regulus and Sirius

Sirius smirked coldly. “Just teaching them a lesson. Don’t want them acting like foolish little gits forever. Slytherin house doesn’t give you a free pass to act like a prat.” As Regulus sarcastically called him noble, he raised his arms in a fake, proud way. “Well, I am from the noble house of Black, am I not?” He rolled his eyes in disgust. The Black family were anything but noble. They were nothing but power-hungry blokes. As cocky as Sirius would freely admit he was, he knew where his place was in the wizardry world when it came to good and evil. He would never put himself on the dark side. He’d rather die.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head at his brother. He loved to pick at his imperfections and remind him that he couldn’t really escape the family as long as he was still at school. He crossed his arms over his chest. “All right then. The next time you see me I expect you to do me a favor and avoid me, yes?” He glared at him. Honestly, his brother was such an instigator. He constantly said how he didn’t want to speak to him but he was the one to approach him. Sirius really wished he could avoid his family altogether, but that wasn’t an option while he was still in school.

His family was a sore subject between him and his fellow Marauders, but they knew better than to bring it up. It didn’t take much to set Sirius off and unfortunately his temper was something he had a lot of trouble controlling. The students of Slytherin house were bound to be raised by families like his, and no doubt they’d grow into a bunch of a psychotic dark wizards anyway, so didn’t see any harm in reminding them that they were the scum of the wizardry world. Sirius pocketed his wand again, but his hand was still clutching it inside his pocket. He eyed Regulus. Regardless of him being family, he didn’t trust that he wouldn’t turn on him when he wasn’t prepared.

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Regulus looked amused at Cassie pointing out how ridiculous it would be for him to be carrying bread around. He had to agree. At her order, he nodded and responded with a calm "Ten minutes, then" before turning and continuing on his way to the dorm room, still reading his book and dodging other students. As he read, the thought struck him that Cassie had seemed slightly upset and nervous about something, and he wondered if it was something new, or if it was simply what had happened to her Aunt. He hoped it was the latter as he doubted Cassie needed any more worrisome things on her mind. 

When Regulus got to the common room, he finally closed the book before speaking the password and making his way to his dorm. He put his stuff down on his bed and was hit again with the memory of his conversation with Severus and let out a sigh before leaving the room somewhat hurriedly. In the Entrance Hall, he waited for Cassie by the door before finally sitting down on a bench.  "It's quite alright," he said in response to her apologies after rising to greet her. It wasn't as if they were doing something with many time constraints that they could really be late for. They were just feeding the duck. Cassie took his arm again, and Regulus took care not to stiffen or flinch away from the touch as they walked out of the Hall, across the lawn, and down a small path that they'd found lead to a stream that fed the lake.  Once they got there, Regulus sat down on the grass cross-legged and slipped his robe off, letting it pool around him in the grass. It was getting too warm to wear it outside in the afternoon without a cooling spell. He took the loaf of bread and nodded to her. "Yes he will," he agreed before noticing their duck already coming over. They fed him fairly often, and Regulus guessed that he had already learned to associate their presence with food. When the duck drew near enough, Regulus threw in a small chunk of bread, watching the bird scoop it up and tilt its head back to swallow it.  "How are you, Cassie?" Regulus asked in a calm and slightly soft voice after a few silent moments had passed.  

The DUCK || Reg & Cass

Cassandra smiled, nodding cheerfully. She was more than happy to get some bread for them. “Of course you don’t have bread with you. That would just be ridiculous to think you would have some. You go put your books in your dorm or wherever and meet me at the front door in 10 minutes. I’ll get the bread.” she said this all clearly but not quite cheerfully. She was quite apprehensive about this, and a bit nervous. 

She ran off down to the kitchens and got two loaves of stale bread. She stuffed one in her bag and held the other one as she ran to the front door, a bit late. “I’m sorry I’m late, Reg. The elves are a bit slow because of the heat.” she said, shrugging. She hadn’t worn a normal uniform since 5th year and she wasn’t conforming now. She had the button down on but it was tie-dyed with blue and gold hues. Her skirt was a bit shorter than the rest of girls because her fishnets had to be shown off properly. Her combat boots were laced up as was her arm through Regulus’ arm. They made their way down the path and Cassandra smiled at him. Once they made their way down to the stream where the ducks were, she set her bag down and pulled out the other loaf of bread.

“One of you and one for me. This will be a well fed duck indeed.” she said brightly, crouching down to offer some bread to the lone duck. 

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Regulus' eyes hardened. He had much more to do than watch Sirius, and honestly he hardly even saw his brother. Unless he was protecting people from the idiot Gryffindor he was unfortunately attached to by blood, Regulus rarely even bothered speaking to the other boy. "I don't care about power, I care about you leaving people who did nothing to you alone. Attacking third years. How noble you are." Sirius was as much a filthy hypocrite as anyone else in the family, and he was just as prejudiced as well.  It was moments like these that reminded Regulus exactly why he hated his brother. His brother, who pretended to be infinitely better than anyone else simply because he'd "seen the light" and been made a Gryffindor, but who actually had just as much of a cruel streak and was just as prejudiced and hot-headed as the family he claimed to be nothing like; as the family he hated. At Sirius' last words, Regulus shook his head, feeling bitter. There was really no reason to continue the conversation as his job was done; the other Slytherins had gone on their way and had had enough time to spread the news to avoid the corridor. "I have a free period now, but that's just all the more reason to get away from you, really." The last thing he wanted to do with his only free hour of the day was be anywhere near a Sirius who was in a foul temper. 

Brotherly love? Doubtful.||Regulus and Sirius

Sirius lowered his wand as the group of Slytherins slunk away, not worried that they would turn on him because as an older student, he knew many more jinxes than them and was faster with his wand. Sirius shook his head at his brother and let out a cold laugh. “The only way you keep yourself busy is by watching me like a hawk. I left home for a reason, you know.” He replied cooly, approaching his younger brother with a fire in his eyes. “Regulus, your reports of me hexing pathetic little snakes does not make you powerful, although living with those bloody people you wouldn’t really know any better would you?” He sneered.

Living in Grimmauld Place was nothing but hell for Sirius. His parents constantly offered him dark ways to gain power. Just thinking about their standards in the wizardry world disgusted him. He truly was nothing like them. Although his brother wasn’t as evil as them, he still had that obnoxious Black family air about him. He acted bigger than he really was, and yet Sirius always sensed a weakness in him somewhere. On one hand he sympathized the poor boy for having to put up with it, but on the other hand, Sirius had the courage to disappoint his entire family and be banished from their lives completely because his beliefs were different from theirs. He only hoped Regulus could escape it someday as well.

Passing students rushed out of the way of the quarrel between the two brothers. As much Sirius was liked, many knew not to get on his bad side because his temper  was short. As much as he couldn’t escape it, he was still a Black. He received his parents’ temperament and there was nothing he could do about it. Regulus, on the other hand, liked to calmly approach him and stride around liked he’d just received a lifetime supply of Butterbeer, only he did it with a scowl across his face. Sirius waved his hand at his brother as students hung by to watch them, looking frightened. “Run along now, Regulus. Wouldn’t want to be late for class. Mum would be embarrassed to have two disappointing sons, and we don’t want to upset her now do we?”   

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Regulus rolled his eyes at his brother and crossed his arms, not bothering to raise his own wand. Sirius wasn't frightening enough to expend the effort. Plus, a small hopeful part of him liked to think that even though Sirius was a complete and utter prat, he would hesitate to actually harm him. At least now that they'd grown up some. Still, Regulus kept his gaze at the level of Sirius' eyes, watching carefully for any sign that he might actually jinx him.  "Haven't you got anything better to do than curse people because of what color their wearing? I doubt you do, actually, so I've no idea why I bothered to ask." He leaned against the wall. "Besides, I'm not sulking. I'm talking to you and distracting you rather easily while everyone else wearing my colors slips away." His face showed nothing at this, not even the small triumph he felt at the fact that it was true. "I'm also debating how many points I can convince a teacher to take away from Gryffindor, which is a shame because you were so close to being caught up with us." He wouldn't even bother with detention since Sirius wouldn't even mind the punishment. Although, it would probably grate at him that his younger brother had the ability to assign him a detention at all. 

Regulus looked away from his brother for only a moment to watch a pair of Ravenclaws pass, one of whom looked at them curiously while the other shook her head. Another group of Gryffindors looked over before walking faster as they passed, most likely not wanting to accidentally get in the middle of a Black family feud of sorts. Even though Regulus wasn't as known for his temper as Sirius, considering his had a much longer fuse, everyone knew that if the brothers started fighting, you didn't want to be anywhere nearby.

Brotherly love? Doubtful.||Regulus and Sirius

Sirius and a few other sixth years chuckled as quietly as possible as they sent a paper phoenix back and forth across the room in History of Magic, attempting to set it on fire. Professor Binns, naturally, was oblivious to their games and the fact that they were not paying attention to him whatsoever. Sirius nearly burst when it landed on a pile of unsorted papers and caught fire. By this time the class was over. Binns put it out calmly as if it were simply a spider crawling on his desk. Sirius  slipped another note to a red headed Hufflepuff with a smirk and headed out the door. He had Herbology in twenty minutes and then he was done for the day. Thank Merlin.

The hallways filled with students, ready as ever to be done with the day. Sirius didn’t dislike school, in fact many students saw him as a mindless womanizer who had nothing better to do than chase after girls and pull pranks on the Slytherins. However, he was rather bright, he just wasn’t a bookworm. Plus, he couldn’t let his grades drop if he wanted to stay on the Quidditch team. It would be too humiliating to get kicked off the team, not to mention it was a way to hit Bludgers at people’s heads without getting in trouble for it because he was a Beater. Nothing made him happier than to see a slimy Slytherin get knocked off their broomstick.

Sirius walked passed a rather large group of Slytherins, each of whom gave him a dirty look which he returned. Their scowls reminded him so much of his pure blood family and their foolish morals and standards. Just the thought of his parents, his relatives, the Black family, made him cringe. One of the students bumped his shoulder as they passed. He grinded his teeth together before pulling his wand out of his robe pocket. He pointed it at the one who bumped him, “Locomotor Mortis!” The boy fell face first onto the floor while the rest of his friends whipped out their wands. He gave them the deadliest of glares before hearing a voice across the hall of none other than his brother. He kept his wand raised and rolled his eyes at Regulus. “Honestly, Reg, haven’t you got anything better to do than sulk in the corridor in between classes?”

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Regulus turned the page of his book, wondering if trying to read all of his textbooks through to study for his OWLs counted as actual insanity, and deciding it didn't, especially since part of the reason for doing so was to keep from thinking about everything that was going on lately. Between suddenly finding himself completely involved in Death Eater activity and betrothed, Regulus felt like he was losing so much that he cared about simply to pick up things that he didn't want.  He leaned against the tree behind him with a sigh and shifted slightly, glad that he'd remembered to cast an impervious spell for once before sitting in the ground that was still wet with spring rains. To be honest, the little voice in his head that often sounded a lot like Severus was what had reminded him.  Seeing movement in the periphery of his vision, Regulus looked up to see Remus walking toward him. He squinted at him for a moment past the sunlight that still managed to filter though the massive amount of clouds, then nodded when Remus was close enough to greet. "Hello," he said before thinking carefully about his answer to the question. A rather lot was new. However, there was next to nothing that he wanted to admit to. "Nothing, really. You?" 

A Chance Encounter ll Reg and Remus

Remus could still smell the rain in the air, although the rain had stopped quite some time ago. He looked up at the still overcast sky and sighed. He wished it was summer. But at the same time, He dreaded the end of his 6th year. He didn’t want to go home. He loved his mother, but he didn’t want to hang about and be sad about his father all summer. He wanted to go to the book shop and visit friends. He also didn’t want to be a 7th year. The boy knew what he wanted to do, but he knew that his aliment wouldn’t allow him do what he wanted. He’d have to spend his days jumping from job to job.

Remus pushed the thoughts from his mind. There was still a bit of school left. He still had homework and tests and friends and maybe if he was lucky, a date with a certain blonde. (But then again, Luck and Remus Lupin had never been very close) He turned and walked towards the tree by the lake. The one the Marauders always sat under. He spotted a familiar black haired boy and grinned heading toward him.

“Hey” He said, sitting by the boy “Long time no see. What’s new?”

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Brotherly love? Doubtful.||Regulus and Sirius

Regulus tapped his quill impatiently against his parchment as he listened to McGonagall's lecture, his head in his palm. He was grateful for the spell he'd learned to keep the ink inside his quill as it kept his nervous habits from becoming a disaster as he tapped away, sometimes flipping his quill around his thumb a few times in a row. He was bored and anxious to get out, as he always was near the end of this particular class. 

Regulus didn't particularly dislike Transfiguration, but it was finally the middle of the day, and Regulus had next his only one free period other than lunch. When the clock read the last minute of class, Regulus piled his things up and organized them so that he would be able to put them away quickly. Tensed and poised, he slammed his book shut as soon as the bell rang and grabbed his bag, shoving his book and papers into it as he stood and pushed his chair under the desk with his foot, his entire parting ritual now perfected to one or two fluid movements.

He walked quickly out of the room, one of the first people to the door and in the corridor. As the crowd built up around him, Regulus heard a familiar laugh and saw a few other Slytherins walking past with their faces carefully composed though still angry with the air of people trying to regain their dignity as they walked away. He sighed and looked behind him, unsurprised when he saw his brother nearby. He made his way to the edge of the corridor so that he could stop without being run into and waited for Sirius to draw level with him. 

"Haven't you gotten over that particular hobby yet?" He asked, keeping his voice calm and level, though the look in his eyes was most likely somewhat scathing. Even Potter didn't go around hexing Slytherins just for the hell of it anymore, although Potter did still jump at any excuse to do so, often claiming rather petty reasons for his actions. Sirius didn't even do that, however. Sirius was just bored.  

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Regulus was walking through the hall, book in hand, alternating between reading furiously and making sure no one big enough to trample and kill him was in his way. He didn't usually read while walking, but today was different because today, he didn't particularly feel like thinking, which was something he usually did while walking. Things between him and Severus were shaky, to say the least, ever since his parents had written him about his betrothal to Amelia Bones, and the topic had run laps through his mind, plaguing him. When someone looped their arm through his elbow, Regulus tensed and stopped suddenly, very nearly jumping. He looked up instantly, his face calm, but his eyes slightly steely as he prepared a retribution on the edge of his tongue. It never when any farther and his eyes softened when he saw who it was. "Hello, Cassie," he greeted, with a nod. "Not at all, but I don't have any bread with me." He hadn't been planning to do any such thing as feed a random lone duck, after all, but he jumped eagerly at the opportunity to do anything that would help clear his mind and keep it off of Severus. 

The DUCK || Reg & Cass

Cassandra strolled down the hall, climbing up on benches to see further down at quite random times. She spotted who she was looking for and ran quickly, ducking down between couples and under teachers talking. She slipped her arm between the crook of her friendly Slytherin’s elbow and smiled.

“Hello Regulus!” she said brightly. “Are you too busy to have a side trip with you favorite Ravenclaw? I was thinking we could go feed the duck.” She smiled, hoping he would stay with her. Not only did she want to feed the duck but she had to ask him a few things. A few things that were very important matters indeed. But no time for that now, they must get to the duck!

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Regulus instantly knew he'd said the wrong thing when anger stormed across Severus' face. The tension in his body increased and his hands became fists at his sides. His eyes flashed and his face even reddened and Regulus was suddenly struck with fear that he could only say the wrong thing from now on, that he couldn't fix it, and that if Severus, after turning his back, continued to walk away, he'd never come back. 

When Severus froze, Regulus became aware that the next few seconds were probably his last chance. "Severus." Panicked, the other boy's name was ripped from his throat and his voice shook lightly. Almost completely sure that it was the wrong thing to do, but unable to stop himself, he moved forward, pulling at the other boy and holding him from behind, gathering him in his arms pressing his face into the back of his neck. "Please don't leave. Please." His voice was practically a whisper and practically a whimper though, luckily, it was neither. "I'm sorry I couldn't think of the right things to say, but there is no right thing to say because this is awful and she's awful and I can't love her or anyone else and I love you and please, please don't leave." By the time he was done speaking, he was shaking and his eyes were screwed shut against tears that he could hardly hold back as he let out a single gasp that bordered on a sob. His grip tightened as he waited for Severus to pull away and after a silent moment of uncertainty, though he'd forced his breathing to calm, he couldn't stand it anymore, and quiet tears began to slip out as he ran their conversation over again and again in his mind. Each repeat convinced him more and more that Severus had finally realized that a secret just wasn't good enough and that it was time to leave it behind for something better.

Complications||Snack(Reg/Sev)

Severus was instantly aware of Reg backing away, and he couldn’t help but feel some slight guilt for it. He knew he was, perhaps, taking this situation out-of-sorts, but the fact remained that no one would want to know that their lover was expected to marry someone else. If he wanted to shed some light on the situation, he might compare their situation to that of Romeo and Juliet’s, but he wasn’t feeling humorous enough for that. In any case, their end was gruesome.

At his next words, Severus suddenly felt a rush of anger that practically clouded his vision. Don’t just stand there and give me half-assed answers. I know we both knew. You don’t have to tell me again, I’m not an imbecile. Wringing his fists together, he turned his back on him, staring back up the staircases to the 6th year dormitories. There was nothing else to say, and there was no sense staying there. He didn’t want to yell at him. And he was quite close enough to it as it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to move yet.