Tourjours Pur

The Noble House of Black

[callmeregulus]

waldenmxnair​:

Walden smiled at the boy’s chuckle. “I can’t imagine anyone not enjoying at least spectating such a sight.” he mused. “And you look like a man who could orchestrate such an event. I know the buttons of a few people around here, perhaps I could help you.”

“Are you serious?” Regulus stared at him. “You really want to start a drunken game of Quidditch? Here? Now?”

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char-shine​:

Charity looked at the boy next to her with confusion written all over her face. “Apparently I could use some of those appearances. Having a public meltdown isn’t exactly savoir vivre.” she tried to joke. “But maybe you could use someone to talk to.” she offered. 

“I’m not much of a talker,” said Regulus, shrugging. “But if you want to talk, I’m all ears.” Regulus didn’t know why he was offering, but it was too late to take it back now.

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waldenmxnair​:

“Well, I’m sure that if you give most people in here a few drinks more, they’d be more than willing to strike up a game in the middle of the street. So you can make small talk, about Quidditch.” he offered simply. “Or you could spend the rest of your evening talking to people who you know exactly what they’ll say.” Walden concluded, taking a sip of his drink.

“A drunken game of Quidditch,” Regulus chuckled at the idea. “I’m sure some would be appalled by the very notion.”

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char-shine​:

Charity looked over to the person talking to her. He couldn’t have been older than her, yet he seemed… okay? As if it was expected, like news like this came every day. Maybe if she hadn’t spent so much time shielding herself from what was going on around her, she’d have a similar reaction. 

“You seem to be taking this better than me.” she stated, mustering a soft chuckle. “Teach me your secrets.”

“Appearances can be deceiving,” said Regulus. He wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that, but he knew it to be true.

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char-shine​:

where: the leaky cauldron

who: everyone

Charity’s copy of the Daily Prophet lay on the small wooden table before her. She decided to read the news while having lunch but maybe that wasn’t the best idea of them all. The realisation that the war she had been fighting tooth and nail to face as a reality was finally knocking at her door. Not only was a high profile witch missing but those creatures had been roaming the streets just the night before. The very streets she walked merely hours ago. 

Suddenly, her surroundings started becoming a little hazy, the warm and familiar scenery of the Three Leaky Cauldron was turning into a blur. Charity got up with difficulty, her legs barely holding her, fingers gripping the paper tightly, and went to the bar. She ordered a shot of whiskey and clumsily took a seat on a stool. She angrily slammed the paper on the bar, accidentally creating a noise that would undoubtedly turn a couple of heads her way. Burying her head in her hands, she spoke to no one in particular, or anyone who would listen. 

“Is this really happening?”

Regulus couldn’t explain why the news made him feel queasy. He should be happy, excited. This was a victory for his side. So why did he feel so...sick? He sighed. He looked around at the young woman as she spoke. “Apparently so.”

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waldenmxnair​:

Walden nodded at the bartender and gave the order. “Well, they don’t have to be. Parties can be… fun. So what’s your idea of fun, young man?”

Regulus considered the question for moment before saying, “Quidditch.”

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waldenmxnair​:

“If you’re under the impression that parties are only about small talk, you are greatly mistaken.” Walden stated, trying to make Regulus’ see the bigger picture for himself. “What will it be?” he asked as he got up to make his way to the bar. “My treat.”

“Whiskey,” said Regulus. “They are in my experience.”

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ofamelias​:

Amelia let out a small chuckle at the wizards words, shaking her head. It was no secret that she was trying to keep as out of the way as possible for the time being, but apparently that was a lot more obvious to others around her than she though it was. “What was it that gave it away?” She asked with a smile be continuing. “I take it that you’re not particularly thrilled with being here then?” 

“Definitely not. It were up to me, I wouldn’t be here, but unfortunately, it isn’t up to me.” Regulus sighed.

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waldenmxnair​:

“I won’t tell you who to talk to and who to avoid, you’re your own man.” Walden stated, knowing that Regulus wouldn’t just do as he was told, a quality he found to be rare amongst the younger generations of Death Eaters. It presented a challenge for him, one he was glad to take to help the young man. “But I would strongly suggest you tried to have some fun. Could I maybe interest you in a drink, for starters?” 

“What’s so fun about making small talk?” Regulus asked. “But a drink would be nice.”

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deaglanpatterson​:

“I don’t really have a good answer for you, I just t’ink t’at’s what t’e aim of t’e party is.” Dee shrugged a little. “I understand it isn’t t’e most fun, I agree.”

“Boring would be the most accurate description,” said Regulus. He checked his watched and stifled a groan. It was still several hours before he could return without raising his parents’ ire.

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deaglanpatterson​:

Dee went to comment something about how the one guy not having fun didn’t mean this wasn’t a fun evening, but he thought better of it. People didn’t like him for enough reasons already. “I mean, it could be for Summer. Like…a party because it’s nice outside and stuff. I’m jus’ tryin’ ta’ come up wit’ somet’ing, but I can shut up instead.”

“I just don’t see what’s so fun about mingling with people you barely know, some of whom, you don’t even like, and making small talk.”

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waldenmxnair​:

“What is the point of any party?” Walden replied, turning to face the young man. “Unwind, have some fun.” he paused and lowered his voice. “Perhaps make some rather useful acquaintances.” he smirked, leaving the interpretation of his words up to Regulus. 

Regulus sighed. “Bellatrix Lestrange is my cousin and my other cousin is married to Lucius Malfoy. If I need any more useful acquaintances, I can just go through them.”

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deaglanpatterson​:

“I t’ink it’s just for fun?” The Irish lad piped up, though he was certain he was the one being spoken to considering he was more or less lingering on his own.  The whole thing seemed like a good idea before he showed up. “Summer?”

“Fun,” said Regulus shaking his head, “yeah, right.” Fun. Regulus hadn’t had “fun” since he left Hogwarts. How he wished her were still back there. At least then he had had Quidditch going for him. Now he didn’t even have that. “Summer?” he asked, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

[callmeregulus]

Regulus groaned, finally taking a seat away from the crowds. “Remind me,” he said to no one in particular, “what the point of this party even is?” 

[callmeregulus]

Regulus had only been at the Three Broomsticks for half an hour and already he was wanting to leave. The only thing that kept him from doing so was imagining the look of stern disapproval on his mother’s face when he came back home. He sighed and forced himself to continue mingling. 

He skirted past the Lestranges and found himself staring at the one person he despised more than any other, the brother-stealing, no good James Potter. Regulus almost turned around right then but James had already seen him. “Potter,” Regulus said, gritting his teeth.

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ofamelias​:

Who: Amelia & Open Where: The Three Broomsticks, Interior

Having come straight from her office at the Ministry of Magic, Amelia’s first thought upon arrival at The Three Broomsticks was to head straight for the bar. With a large glass of wine on her mind, she bypassed all of the other attendees, and found herself a stool at the far end of the bar where she could take a moment to breathe before thinking about finding anyone that she knew who was also there. 

Ordering herself a drink, she kept her head down for a moment, focusing on her own thoughts. After a while, she eventually glanced up to take a look around the old pub, happy to see so many people enjoying themselves. Catching the eye of another across the bar, she offered them a smile as she raised her glass towards them. 

It it had been up to Regulus, he wouldn’t be at this party. Unfortunately, as the Black heir now, it was his duty to represent his family at social gatherings. So here he was. Regulus slipped away from relatives and family friends to head to the bar for a drink.  He caught the witch’s eye and nodded in acknowledgment. “I see I’m not the only one wanting to get away from the crowds.”

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noir-marauder​:

“You know, that won’t be as easy as you think when we cross paths at the battlefield. It’s easy in this setting. The time will come one day that either of us will be at the end of each other’s wand points and then we will both understand the grave seriousness of it all. I know the choice i’ll make; I also know that i won’t be a traitor to the people that will stand by me at the time. I am not afraid for this moment to come, because I know I will follow my heart and not the order’s duty.”  

With that, Sirius decided to turn around and leave, without waiting to see his brother’s reaction or giving him the chance to answer.   

“So what else is new?” Regulus murmured under his breath as he watched Sirius. “Always your friends before family.”