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Regulus A. Black; heir of the ancient and most noble house of Black. Slytherin, seeker, prefect.

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aaron-avery:

“It could be worse… There could’ve been a Valentine’s Day ball where you’re required to bring a date.”

“At least that’d be a good excuse to get drunk. That’s the only way I can tolerate this ridiculous holiday.”

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elle-greengrass:

“The Lake is lovely during sunset.”

“The view out here is certainly much nicer than the common room.”

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antheaxdelafuente:

“I don’t mind at all,” Anthea said quietly. If anyone could sympathize, she thought it would be Regulus - there were a great many other Slytherins whose parents were Death Eaters but she thought family ties seemed a bit stronger in the Black family. And he might understand better her hesitation over her father joining the cause. “This year hasn’t really turned out like I thought it would.”

Regulus offered her a rare smile and nodded. “I can relate to that. The holidays have been...hectic for my family.” He let out a dry laugh, and scratched the back of his head. “Something bothering you?”

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rcsiier:

A twinkling laugh fell from her lips as she set her eyes on him, more predator than prey. She was more than brilliant enough to understand the difference between teasing and not, but she didn’t appreciate it in any context. People thought her naive, and she was, but that didn’t mean she was an idiot. “Head boy? How ambitious.” She wasn’t sure if she’d be surprised or not if he got the title.

He blinked at her response, not quite an insult, but far from kindness. He simply shrugged, “I’m a Slytherin for a reason. I’ve been working towards this since first year. As a prefect and one of Slughorn’s favorites I’d say I’m well on my way.”

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narcissablvxk:

“Oh of course! The greatest and the coolest you know? And besides, I’m going to adore him and spoil him to no end. He’ll be my darling little child and nothing is going to stop him from being a spoiled little brat.” She grinned widely and nodded. “Oh obviously! I wouldn’t dream of anything else, as long as you’ll be frequenting Malfoy Manor, that is.”

“His cousins might give him a hard time for it,” he teased. He had expensive taste, but that didn’t stop him from calling Narcissa high maintenance. She knew it was the truth; it was part of what made her special. “Just as often. I’ll always make time for my favorite cousin.”

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joneshestia:

“I agree wholeheartedly. Hopefully they come true sooner rather than later,” she smiled genuinely at Regulus. 

“Hopefully,” he agreed with a shy smile. 

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luciusmalfov:

“And what is it that makes you say that? The fact that we both care about hygiene? Because I do value that in a person.”

“That’s hardly a rare trait. Your hair looks nice today, by the way. How long does it take you to get it like that?”

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rodolphusle-strange:

“I’m feeling much better, thank you for asking.” Rodolphus grumbled dryly. “I caught something from one of the younger years.” Four and a half days of sleep could heal anything, right? He still felt paranoia infiltrating his thought process what if I run into her what if I don’t. “I’m sorry– was there something you needed, or?”

He shook his head. Rod was one of the only people who could understand what was going on with him now, but he wouldn’t bother him. Not when something was so clearly wrong with him. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You had a lot of people worried.” 

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lucindatclkalot:

“If I have to hear one more person giggling in the bathrooms about Ravenclaw boys, I’m going to break something.”

“Can we please? The most disgusting thing about public bathrooms might actually be the shit I have to hear about my own cousins.”

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friends forever// self para (flashback)

Dead. Dead. Death.

That was all Regulus could see, but the words didn’t feel real.

Matthew Mckinnon found dead.

Matthew McKinnon killed by death eaters.

Matty killed by people like me.

“I’ll finish my breakfast in my room,” his voice was nearly drowned out by the sound of his chair scraping against the floor.

“Of course,” the nearest house elf ran towards the table to grab his plate.

“No!” he took a deep breath before looking down at the small creature, “I’m sorry. I’ve got it, thank you. Please tell the others not to disturb me today.”

“Of course, Master Regulus,” she nodded frantically.

No house elf who had spent more than a week at Grimmauld place ever spoke to Regulus with that much fear in their voice. He blinked back tears, as he rushed out of the room and up the staircase. He closed his bedroom door quietly to avoid drawing attention to himself, and collapsed against the door. He placed his food down next to him, chucked The Prophet across the room, and buried his head in his hands. Memories he’d buried for years resurfaced.

Matthew.

Five years old, laughing triumphantly after tagging Regulus. He laughed along with him. No one else could catch him.

Seven years old, and sitting next to Regulus when he didn’t want to play with the other kids. He didn’t ask why, and for a few minutes Regulus didn’t think about it. That was the first time he’d smiled in days. He hadn’t thought he’d able to smile again after his dad hexed him.

Nine years old. Complaining how unfair it was that Marlene and Sirius were leaving for Hogwarts in a year. Their older siblings just laughed. Marlene told them they’d still have each other. Regulus told him they’d always be friends.

Eleven years old. Regulus watched him get sorted into Ravenclaw from the Slytherin table. The applause couldn’t drown out the sorting hats echoing voice, you’re a perfect fit for Ravenclaw, Mr.Black. You won’t prosper in any other house how you would there. Sirius and Marlene both sat at the Gryffindor tables. Marlene was so proud of her little brother. Regulus pretended not to notice Sirius’ disappointment. When his dormmates went to bed that night he snuck into the bathroom and cried.

Thirteen years old. Regulus pretended not to notice when Matty waved to him in the hallway.

Fifteen years old. Regulus couldn’t look Alice Fortescue in the eye when she addressed him at his first prefect meeting. She looked so much like her brother. Like one of Matthew’s new best friends.

Seventeen years old. There would never be a seventeen. He would never become a man. They were only sixteen, and Matthew was dead.

“Shit,” he grumbled as, a few tears managed to roll down his face. “He was a blood traitor,” he whispered to himself through sobs. He was my friend. Was. Was.Our friendship is over. His life is over.

When his dad brought up Matthew at dinner Regulus didn’t blink. His voice was steady and apathetic when he said he’d read about his death in the paper. He agreed that a blood traitor like him was better off dead. He spent the next twenty minutes nodding along to his father's questions about school and finishing off everything on his plate. He took seconds when his father remarked about how damn thin he was. He walked away calmly when he was dismissed from the table.

He fell apart the moment he closed the bathroom door. The tears returned. He felt bile rise in his throat. He crouched next to the toilet, and cursed himself as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the bowl. Be quiet. Be quiet. For the love of Merlin don’t let dad hear you.

Once his dinner was gone he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and walked out of the bathroom with a straight face. He dismissed the house elf waiting to offer him tea in his bedroom, and asked that she leave him alone to study. He put five different charms on the door before he let the tears he’d just wiped away return. He lied in bed, but didn’t sleep at all that night.

He just stared at his ceiling and wondered who he was upset with. Matthew for getting himself killed? No, he never did anything to deserve it. He was just following Marlene. Her, for leaving? No. She was all Sirius had from his old life. Matthew’s killers? No, they were only following the Dark Lord’s orders. Voldemort himself? Never, he was going to make the world a better place.

The only person he could find to hate was himself. For being upset that Matthew was dead. For saying that Matthew deserved to be killed. For not knowing how to feel. For feeling, anyway. For being human.

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ailvn:

“Hm. And here I was, thinking you were smart,” said Ailyn, looking at the cat for a moment. “I mean, humans are obviously the most dramatic beings on earth. Just look at the people in our house, for example.”

“Oh, he knows this gets him attention,” he shrugged, shifting his attention away from the cat. “I’m hoping if I leave him up there for a while he’ll stop pulling stunts like that. He might actually be less dramatic than humans in that regard,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I try my best to ignore the dramatics the seventh years seem to thrive off of, but there make it quite difficult to escape.”

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ulvar-dominic-skar:

Ulvar actually jumped slightly, dropping his things, looking at Regulus with wide eyes, playfully offended. “I really hope you ain’t trying to give me a bloody heartattack!” he shook his head, grinning. “Fuckin’ disgraceful, sneakin’ up on a fellow housemate like that.” the norwegian joked. 

“Nah, if I wanted to kill someone I’d be more creative than that,” he joked, leaning against the tree. “You working on anything interesting?” 

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royalshacklebolt:

The way Regulus Black said some kid reminded him of himself. He didn’t feel like anything special, really. Not when he was younger, so he made something of himself. He hoped Regulus could make something of himself. “You’re not just a kid,” Kingsley said with a shrug. “You’re a young man who was sitting out here by himself and I don’t like smoking alone so I thought I’d chat. It gets stuffy talking to people who think they’re better than me all the time.”

“According to the law I’m not a man until the end of July,” he quipped. With genuine curiosity he added, “That’s an odd way to talk about the people you’re trying to be like.” It was a familiar sentiment; many of the purebloods openly criticized the parents they were supposed to become. It sometimes made him wonder why more of them didn’t run like Sirius. If maybe his brother was right about their parents.

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antheaxdelafuente:

“Oh, no real reason,” she said lightly. “I have a lot on my mind right now and I didn’t want to face everyone in the common room yet.” Her father had been hinting that he wanted to officially join the Dark Lord’s cause and it made Anthea nervous; she supported it as well, of course, but after the events of the holidays, she was afraid that her father might not escape easily. They didn’t have the same clout that the Black family did, after all. 

“I can understand that,” he nodded sympathetically. He’d been avoiding the common room as much as possible since he got back from the holidays. He attributed it to the prying eyes of his classmates, but he knew that was far from the truth. His parents were asking him to join the death eaters, at sixteen. It was all his life had been leading too, but he felt sick to his stomach every time he thought about it. “I’m not really in a rush to head back, either. If you don’t mind the company?”

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narcissablvxk:

She nodded, taking a deep breath and shaking away all of the sad things in her mind because of course they would never have to be apart. So she smiled and nodded. “Good! Because Draco, that’s what we’ll be naming our first son of course, will love you so obviously you have to meet him. Because you’ll love him, and so will I.” She didn’t like the way his voice was sometimes, it was too dark for a kid. They were just kids. “Would you escort me to get some tea? The castle isn’t very friendly right now.”

A soft laugh brightened up his features, “I’m sure he’ll be wonderful. Any kid with such a great mother and cool uncle is bound for greatness.” With that he linked one arm with hers and started towards the kitchens. “I assume I’ll be seeing him around Grimmauld Place often enough. He and his cousins will need to have play dates, and it will give us time to catch up.”

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They call themselves the Order of the Phoenix. What a bunch of a-holes.

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