𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳 .

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐄.it’s been a 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤, it’s been an unproductive month. i 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 for a country house in a bright translucent daydream. don’t you get bored of them giving you nothing ? i only press pause when you 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡. flowerball, how can you waltz through my bloodstream and then 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 ?

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ofsmiles·

The guitar had become his best friend, which felt odd as he was normally a piano player. But it wasn’t easy carrying a piano around, ya know? Sitting by a window, looking down at the chords and the lyrics, he frowned. The lyrics didn’t fit, it sounded too out there and he hated it. So he continued to let the chords he wrote down dance across the walls, filling the empty space. Not noticing Reg at first, he frowned and looked at the other. “Oh ehm hey”

          “ hi. ” he repeats a greeting back at river, leaning his broom up against the wall so he can take a seat across from his housemate. taking his seat with a sigh, trapped in the awkward limbo of not wanting to interrupt his guitar playing, but wanting to talk about amelia. “ i could never play an instrument, ” he admits, “ tone deaf. ”

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ofvanillaisms·

thank goodness he hadn’t freaked on her. honestly, she felt like she was on her tiptoes. each step careful and calculated as she tried not to mess this up. since when did she worry about that with reg? they were best friend’s for gods sake. it wasn’t like he’d learn anything he didn’t know already. “build anything new lately?”

          normally, he could talk amelia’s ear off. he’d tell her about anything and everything that came to mind whether or not he truly believed she’d be interested. but something in their dynamic has shifted ever so slightly, and it’s stolen his normally overactive tongue and hidden it away. “ not much, ” he shrugs, “ more of the same. i made some butterflies for a group of third year girls. they use them to pass notes, or whatever. whatever it is that thirteen year old girls do. ”

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wiitchcrvft·

she didn’t really know what to say, she hadn’t considered she had left him with those sorts of feelings. perhaps it was naive but she figured he’d get over her rather quickly and finding out she was wrong was a bit of a shock to the system. it pulled at her heartstrings, a tug she wanted to ignore. “i’m really sorry, for ending it like i did.” she spoke softly, sincere and yet still unsure it was the right thing to say. she felt a little breathless, he had always cared about her but all she could think about was amycus.

          reginald was the absolute worst kind of free-falling hopeless romantic. people who looked at him longer than the customary few seconds took a piece of his heart with them, regardless of whether or not they wanted it. he knows her apology is too late, but even as he does, he also knows that he’ll accept it. “ the heart wants what it wants. ” he shrugs, a half-hearted smile slipping onto unwilling lips. 

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for @ofsmiles​

          with the gryffindor match fast approaching, the real estate in reginald’s mind was fully bought up by quidditch. ideally, he would think of nothing and no one else —- but amelia is a cloud that hangs over him constantly, the awkward newness unshakeable. as it is, he has no idea where he stands with river —- who she’d kissed hardly a few weeks earlier. “ how’s it going, river? ” he prods his fellow hufflepuff with the end of his broom before he puts it away post practice. a very eloquent start. 

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ofvanillaisms·

“i haven’t been to the three broomsticks in a while, how about that?” she offers a smile, cheeks turning slightly pink as she met his gaze. she can’t help but be nervous, which feels strange considering how close they’d been all these years. hesitating for only a moment, she reaches over to take his hand. 

“ works for me, ” he nods, grateful for her decision-making skills and their general superiority to his own. the pink in her cheeks is noticeable, but reginald’s brain automatically files it away as due to the cold. her smaller hand in his is both familiar and strange, but he squeezes her fingers tight for a moment, a reassurance that he knows he’d need if the initiator were reversed. 

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ofvanillaisms·

she can’t help but laugh at his words, small frame leaning up on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek. “i do.” she confirms. but suddenly, doubt filled her stomach like a tidal wave. did he want this to be a real date? “sounds good. lead the way, captain.”

a smile breaks across his face as she kisses his cheek, his hand resting on the small of her back for a second as to keep her stable while she’s on her tip toes. “ good, ” he nods, “ we can really do whatever you want. ” he clears his throat before he starts walking, eyes trained on hers. 

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wiitchcrvft·

she inhaled as he spoke, letting the breath out slowly as she tried to slow her heart rate, unsure why it was quick. he had always been tender and kind, and she remembered how safe she’d felt when she was with him, how loved and appreciated. and she’d left him anyway, almost for those same reasons. maybe now was the time for some regrets. “do you still have feelings for me, reg?”

the question halts him in his tracks, though he wasn’t sure what his trajectory for their conversation had been in the first place. his time with madeline had almost felt like a fever dream, like he had somehow met her high up on the pedestal that he himself placed her on. when she’d ended things, the fall back down to earth had been just that much more brutal than the previous times he’d had his heart broken. “ i just –– ” he trips over his words slightly, looking for the right ones. “ i haven’t forgotten about you, ” he admits, “ like, not for a second. ”

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ofjustprongs·

━☆ﾟ.*·。ﾟSCRUNCHING UP HIS nose, James stuck his tongue out at Reginald, fully knowing he wouldn’t ever live it down. But he didn’t really care, because in that moment, it was a great moment. “Don’t plan on it. If it makes you more inclined to try and beat us, then by all means, hold it against me,” the messy haired Gryffindor stated, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He knew he played dirty on occasion, but he couldn’t help it. It was just that James was passionate about his love for Quidditch. Listening to Reginald, he nodded along with him, knowing it was true. If your team was diligent and everyone concentrated on their job, the game would end very well. “You’re not wrong. Did you need another help? Perhaps we could swap drills, I think my team’s getting bored of mine.”

it was well known how vastly underestimated the hufflepuff quidditch team was, but reginald was not yet tired of hearing about it. it only served to fuel him further, spurring him to work harder. “ this is my first year as captain. the pressure’s on, ” he grins, “ so i’ll take anything i can get. ” reg had always learned by observation, the hufflepuffs captains before him his biggest influences. james potter was known for his passion for quidditch, and reginald would be damned if he wasn’t going to take advantage of that. 

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dcrcaas·

“you sure?” dorcas asked, eyes narrowing a little playfully as though she could see right through him. but, of course, she couldn’t. “you did come all the way here… seems like along trek to make for moral support.” doe smiled a little wider, realizing she was still kind of holding his hand and at this point it was way past the point of being normal and appropriate. taking a deep breath, in which she hoped to cover up the embarrassment at that realization, she let his hand go and looked around. “well, if, in your professional opinion, you need moral support, i suppose i could find some. i’m sure it could have happened to anyone. flying is pretty dangerous, after all.” a lesson they were all learning in some aspect recently.

he’s almost certain his number is up, but addressing his semi-obvious exaggeration of the injury would be far too embarrassing ––– so he doesn’t. “ i mean, the distance is probably worth it for the few seconds of good company. ” it’s subtle, so subtle that he himself doesn’t even realize that he’s flirting with her. his finger is all but forgotten to him as she lets go of his hand, the sting of the lack of her touch far more poignant. “ i have multiple people lined up for moral support, ” he chuckles, “ i’m a hufflepuff. ”

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dcrcaas·

“fell,” dorcas nodded, made sense for the captain of a quidditch team. “off your broom…at practice.” she repeated, her own lips curving into a wider smirk she wasn’t making fun but she was definitely taking the chance to tease him a little bit. her hand still held his as doe motioned him to follow her. “come on, nothing a little ice won’t fix unless,” she paused, not wanting to assume that that was all. “are you in a lot of pain? it doesn’t seem broken or out of sorts but if you’re feeling anything, you should probably tell me. i could get you something for it.”

reginald barely stifles the laugh that threatens to leak from his lips. it wasn’t the time or place, considering his ruse –– which grows more elaborate by the minute. “ i think it’s okay, honestly. ” he can’t bring himself to take her time away from a student that might need her more than he does, though he wishes that he could. “ if i were a healer, i’d prescribe moral support. ”

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wiitchcrvft·

she wasn’t sure which was worse, him being hostile or him being empathetic. but she could see the tension dissipate so she forced herself to relax as well, albeit not as well as him, never as well as him or anyone else. “why lighter?” she prodded, her heart starting to race a little. 

“ ––– i dunno, ” he stammers, his frustration going but not fully gone. “ i don’t have to see you with him anymore. it’ll just be easier for me. but it doesn’t make me happy, maddie. ” reg is forthcoming with his feelings, and he always has been –– even when it contributes to the downfall of his relationships. 

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henrvkas·

            she  couldn’t  help  but  laugh  at  reginald’s  suddenness ,  his  enthusiasm  for  the  sport  understandable  for  one  wore  the  quidditch  captain badge ,  but  no  less  amusing .  taking  a  moment  to  focus  on  the  plans  alice  ran  through  a  quick  internal  summary  of  them  both  before  voicing  her  opinion .  “  i’d  say  v ,  ”  she  shrugs .  “  you  can  do  that  with  just  the  chasers  if  you  need  to .  have  river  on  point  and  that  way  i’m  free  to  go  wherever  the  bludgers  are .  ”

he’s grateful that his blind ambush has brought him alice, somebody whose opinion he knows he can trust ––– based on both loyalty and knowledge of the trade. “ i’m starting to think that the v is too predictable, alice, ” he shakes his head. “ other teams have defended against a v formation for season after season. ” he taps the drawing of the v with his index finger, supporting his point. “ they could probably do it in their sleep. ”

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wiitchcrvft·

merlin, why was everyone picking fights with her these days? she was just so tired. “ours didn’t fall apart reg, i ended it, there’s a difference.” she huffed out a breath. “and the same thing happened with amycus, and if you insist you don’t get some pleasure from that second fact you’re porbably lying.” the hostility rolling off him told her that much.

reginald sighs, tension slowly leaking from his shoulders as he realizes that she’s right. “ i didn’t say that ours fell apart. ” he mumbles, brow still furrowed. “ i can’t say it doesn’t make me feel lighter. but i also hate that i can find comfort in something that probably makes you upset. it's shitty. ”

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dcrcaas·

when reg walked into the hospital wing, dorcas couldn’t help but smile before realizing he was only there because he was injured, her smile wavering at that thought. she didn’t want to rush over, that would be weird, so she finished up helping another student who had somehow ended up on the wrong end of a bat-boogey hex before walking over to him. “hi,” doe greeted him before her eyes fell to his hand and the wounded finger. “so, what exactly happened?” her hand reaching out to cradle his gently, she didn’t want to injure him more, her eyes moving up to meet his with a curious expression. 

“ i fell. ” he says, smiling dumbly up at her through the flop of curls that hang over his forehead. reg was an intelligent guy –– so much so that the sorting hat had spent minutes trying to sell him on ravenclaw. but with his injured hand in dorcas’s, his usually quick on the draw, clever mind draws a complete blank. “ off of my broom. ” an incredibly insightful addendum, his smile only widening as he looks at her. “ at practice. ” 

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wiitchcrvft·

“i didn’t come here to talk about my break up, but feel free to gloat if that’s hat you need right now. merlin forbid i actually get any of this essay done.”

@cttrmole·

“ i don’t gloat. ” reg almost scoffs, brow furrowing. “ not about people's relationships falling apart. ” reg shakes his head, the maybe you’d know that if you hadn’t dumped me for amycus carrow heavily implied.

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the gryffindor team’s multiple injuries had lost them a few good players as of late, and paranoia had reg enforcing safety over all at hufflepuff practices. it was irony, perhaps, that had flung him off of his broom and into the hard wood of the stands as practice had been drawing to a close. but it was opportunity and his own acting skills that placed reginald in the hospital wing, awaiting dorcas meadowes to check on his dislocated finger, which had already been conveniently relocated. it’d only been a drop of a few feet, but once he’d shaken off the initial stab of pain –– reg had realized the chance that he’d stumbled upon. “ it’s not so bad. ” he insists now, presenting her with an only slightly swollen middle digit. 

@dcrcaas​

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oflunarism·

“I am not the best when it comes to Quidditch. But I just want to help my friends” he said and nodded as he looked at the other and smiled. “And even though my help is unwanted or just.. not making any sense, at least I did try” he added with a chuckle. He then licked his lips and leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands together. 

“ it’s all just logic. ” he shakes his head, pointing to a particularly chicken-scratched corner of his parchment where he’s written probable outcomes of the upcoming matches. “ when you know the capabilities of the other teams and their players, you can guess at outcomes –– most of the time. you don’t really need to know much about the sport at all. ”