INTERSTELLAR

𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 | eighteen year old ravenclaw, seeker, pureblood.

[cfregulusblack]

sagamemes​:

hogwarts au sentences.   let’s put those harry potter aus into good use. contains 40+ dialogue starters relating to hogwarts — some mention different houses and the occasional canon event, but a lot can be used by anybody. feel free to switch around pronouns, diction, and the like to make them more suitable for your muse’s mouth.

“ can you cast a patronus? ”

“ i saw muggle textbooks when i was visiting family for the holidays, and honestly? sure, i could maybe die falling off the stairs if i had a sleepwalking habit, but at least i’m not doing algebra right now. ”

“ do you think a dog animagi could have puppies? ”

“ how did you explain to your friends why you were switching schools? ”

“ sorry, all the other carriages are full, i’m sitting here whether you want it or not. ”

“ i wonder if there are people who can speak parseltongue but with like… bunnies. ”

“ i’m tired, and i want to go to bed, and i’ve been sitting here, trying to figure it out for like an hour, save me: what has a head but no body, but does have a tail? ”

“ what do threstals look like? ”

“ do you ever wash your cauldron? ”

“ trying to sneak into the forbidden section three times in a row is either the most badass or the most nerdy thing you’ve ever done. ”

“ if i go to hospital wing, i have to explain how i got it. i need to solve this with a spell. ”

“ no, i just never realised other people see the carriages being pulled by thin air. ”

“ when did you get the dark mark? ”

“ SOMEBODY CATCH MY TOAD! ”

“ mudblood. ”

“ who was the guy your boggart turned into? ”

“ where did you learn that? ”

“ sorry, but you couldn’t pay me to put my name in that thing. ”

“ do you still have that leaf in your mouth? ”

“ you’re the most injury-prone [quidditch position] i’ve ever met. ”

“ congratulations, head [boy/girl/pupil]. ”

“ imagine being a straight couple right now. ”

“ i’m going to have to fight my parents. ”

“ sorry, is this your owl/toad/cat? [they’re] beautiul. ”

“ do you think you could sneak to the astronomy tower with me tonight? ”

“ i actually haven’t asked anyone for the yule ball with me. ”

“ [name] got petrified, didn’t [they]? i’m sorry. ”

“ have you met the new DADA professor yet? how was it? ”

“ next time [name] pushes you again, i swear to god i’m hexing [their] arse. ”

“ i ate something and now my face is purple. i’m NOT coming out! ”

“ it’s vinegar. i knocked on the wrong barrel. ”

“ don’t look at me like that, i’m just trying to steal your body heat. it’s cold down here, okay? ”

“ how the hell can someone like you be in [house]? ”

“ come to think of it, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a ginger slytherin. ”

“ i didn’t even know i was afraid of heights before i came to this bloody school. ”

“ finding places to cuddle in would be a lot easier if we were at the same house. ”

“ are both of your parents muggles? ”

“ when you said you wanted to go to hogsmeade together with me, did you mean like… a date kind of ‘together’? ”

“ i wonder how many peole have banged in the room of requirements. ”

“ why must the plants sing? ”

“ sorry, you’re not getting the password from me. ”

“ have fun in potions. try not to punch anyone. ”

“ of course i’m fine. i mean, who wouldn’t want to be told they’re going to have a painful, grim death, on their first divination class? ”

“ are all [ravenclaws/gryffindors/slytherins] assholes, or is that just you? ”

“ dude, it was definitely two feet on vampires. how screwed are you? ”

“ how are we playing? classic or bavardian rules? ”

[cfregulusblack]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

*        ⧽     [ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘 , 𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍 , 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌/𝐇𝐈𝐒 ] ┋ is that [ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ] ?  yeah ,  that must be  ( him )  sitting at the  ( ravenclaw )  table . i read an ad populum article on them once ,  apparently the ( eighteen ) year old ( fifth ) year ( pureblood )  is known to be  ( intelligent ,  proud ,  & witty ) ,  yet  ( sarcastic ,  quiet ,  & lonely ) .  that explains why ( he )  reminds me of  ( oversteeped tea, sharp remarks under your breath, dogearing your favorite pages in a text, crying over spilt milk, early mornings . )

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

►   Life in 12 Grimmauld Place was walking on eggshells, keeping quiet, and hiding in his bedroom hoping he could just not exist because it was so much easier than having to be a Black. Regulus had grown up number two, he was merely a backup son and had expected to live his entire life as nothing more than his older brother’s shadow. But he had always prefered it that way, staying quiet and hidden instead of dwelling the constant  need to be perfect or the consequences of not living up to the Black family name. Regulus was lucky in the sense that being the second born had typically meant out of sight, out of mind for most of his childhood. He kept quiet and buried himself in countless books, escaping to a false reality that couldn’t punish you when you made the slightest mistake, even if only for a few hours at a time.

►   Regulus had learned to read at a young age. Having been taught by private tutors and having such high expectations it was no surprise he mastered advanced vocabulary with ease but he had also quickly took a strong love to the hobby. He started off with children’s tales, stories such as The Tales of Beedle the Bard and other fairy tales, but nothing had ever held his interest as much as the works of non-fiction kept around his childhood home. They had kept a fairly expensive library, mostly because they could and it looked good to have, but Regulus spent hours picking apart words trying to heighten his reading level and understand the more complicated books around the house. Texts on history and magical creatures had scattered his bedroom, left any place in the house where Regulus could get a few hours alone and fostering a love for knowledge and need to read every book he could get his tiny hands on. The fascination with books had kept him isolated most of his childhood, and Regulus spent most of his free time before he had eventually gone off to Hogwarts curled up in random corners, completely hidden in his oversized robes and books larger than his small body.

►   Regulus had been in the next room over when his parents discovered Sirius had not been placed into Slytherin like they all assumed, hidden behind a large book from the family library he had already read four times and was only half paying attention to as he listened to their yells from down the hall, his hands tightly clamped over his ears not enough to block out the noise. It was a moment that stuck with him the entire year: the screaming, spells flying, and the shattering sound of items breaking. It had stuck, always in the back of his mind, that day he realized even with how bad things were already just how sheltered from their wrath he really was, leaving an even greater sense of fear of his own home.  That day replayed in his mind more frequently every day leading up to his first year and became non stop when he had gone to Hogwarts for the first time, sat in a lonely compartment on the Hogwarts Express, hidden behind a brand new copy of Hogwarts, A History. 

►     There was no doubt Regulus was going to Slytherin, he had refused to accept any other house could even be a possibility. He was going to do the right thing, get sorted into Slytherin and spend the next seven years going through the motions. Even with a set refusal to acknowledge another house, he had spent the day ensuring he avoided Sirius like the plague just to be safe, glancing as far from the Gryffindor table as possible when the hat finally hit his head. He had expected for the house to be called the second the hat touched his head, he had been repeating his mental pep talk in his mind the entire day, but instead it took it’s time, putting the young boy’s love of learning and quick wit heavily into consideration.Regulus was determined to do whatever it took, even if it meant arguing with a hat of all things. Before the houses names could even be suggested to him Regulus let out a firm no, completely unaware the word had been said aloud. Quietly, but still truly spoken, one single word. He had been frozen to the chair as the hat called out RAVENCLAW, desperately trying to control his breathing before making his way towards the table. 

►     Controlled by fear, Regulus was never the brave one. He had always been the first to run and hide under his bed sheets whenever confronted with any loud noise as a child, whether that be from a thunderstorm or fighting, or anything else. He did everything he could to keep away from it all, fighting so hard to be that person he is supposed to be because he was too afraid to deal with the consequences of being anyone else. He grew up with quick wit and a sharp tongue, but rarely spoke out on anything, never certain in his comments would be appreciated. It was part of the reason he loved books so much, they were a place to hide as much as a place to learn or escape. For the time being he could get lost in someone else’s opinion, or with hard facts, nothing that could set off anyone around him.

►    Bad Habbits: Regulus slouches; over the years he’s learned to stand tall when around others, needing to put on a show but most of his life he spends with his shoulders hunched, head looking down to the floor. He rolls his eyes. He is compeltely unable to help it, not even noticing most of the time, and it’s gotten him in trouble more than he cares to admit. But he really can’t help it when people are that stupid. Regulus hadn’t expected to pick up smoking, he couldn’t even tell you why he started but it’s become a habit he can’t seem to stop. He’s always been an introvert, but he’s especially grumpy and to himself until he gets that first hit of nicotine and he isn’t fully willing to admit just how much he needs a hit when it all becomes too much for him.

►    After Sirius left, Regulus had been forced to watch as his mother blasted Sirius off the family tree, making sure it really sunk in and that Regulus no longer had a brother. The punishment for looking away was worse than anything he had ever endured before. Sirius had always made sure he never had to deal with the brunt of their mother’s wrath. But she was on a mission to ensure Regulus knew consequences would only be worse if he were to follow in Sirius’s footsteps. Still, it made no sense to him, could disownment really work? Negate all these years of brotherhood? Family was supposed to be forever. You didn’t choose your family, you simply stuck by them.