𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 !

regulus black / slytherin / recently deceased loved by blossom dependent to 𝒏𝒐𝒙𝒕𝒎𝒔

[mcrtaloncemore]

“excellent,” hélène responded with one of her most dazzling smiles, taking extra care to make sure the nearby camera caught her smile, before she returned her focus to regulus. “i’m glad we’re on the same page,” she continued, her smile still present on her face. she was determined to win, he needed to know that, otherwise they would be doomed. “when did you learn to dance?” she asked, deciding that they might benefit from a change in conversation. 

“ i wouldn’t even choose a subpar dance partner, and i suspect you’re much the same, “ he confirmed with the same easy smile. he didn’t know hélène well, but he fancied himself at being able to handle people well, especially women like her. “ when ? oh, it must’ve been... lifetimes ago, “ regulus then proceeded to laugh at his own joke. not that she’d be able to understand it. “ i was just a boy. “

[cvriousheart]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — tba / feel free to assume ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open @startertms​

it was an odd sort of grief that had overcome them since the candlelight vigil. when they’d woken up after the prophecy, they remembered nothing and had to filled in by members of the DA. now, a week or so later, nothing was clear. there was a time they believed in sybill entirely, believed in her ability to divine the future, and anger and hurt gave way to disbelief. sybill died. And oriana still doubted to. and now- 

there was a noise, the exact nature of it lost to them while they were lost in their thoughts. they looked up and towards the noise, “i- sorry, were you saying something?” 

[mcrtaloncemore]

“ just a penny for your thoughts, or more, really, it seems to be quite damning, “ regulus was quick to tack on. in reality, he had simply given a pleasantry, an excuse to pass by oriana in case he had managed to bump into them, but their eyes had been what made him falter. he hated to see young people so full of heaviness, but the wizarding world today seemed to be so full of them. it wasn’t the world he hoped to wake up in, that was true.

regulus pursed his lips. “ i could even get you a coffee, if you’d like, leave you on your way. but if you’d deign me with your troubles, i’m open ears. “

[persiistents]

location: merlin’s musical hall participants: hélène levesque & regulus black ( @mcrtaloncemore​ )

“i hope you came to win,” hélène whispered in regulus’ ear, a smile appearing across her back as she took a step back. it was rare for her to show her competitive side, but hélène thought regulus deserved to know what he’d gotten himself into. of course, she’d conveniently waited until it was much too late for either of them to find another partner. she never acted without a purpose, and she certainly wouldn’t be starting now. 

[mcrtaloncemore]

“ not to worry, my mother didn’t raise a quitter, “ well, his mother didn’t really deign herself to raise him much at all, but, this, hélène didn’t have to be aware of. as for competition, well, regulus was a slytherin at his heart, and a younger brother at that, which is to say that winning is not in his bones, but he acted as if it was. “ i’m sure the both of us will make it quite far, hélène. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

‘ horrified that other people have decided to leave their house tonight. ’ / @taciiturns​​ !

“ it is the running concern, isn’t it ? “ regulus completely entertains this thought. in fact, he even shares it himself. he still hasn’t found it within himself to quite understand the company of other people yet, and even better, to seek it out. “ quite jarring to be reminded other people also have lives and independent thoughts. i don’t enjoy it myself. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

‘ i think i speak for all of us, just in general. ’ / @wandmaking​ !

“ maybe for the rest of the population, “ regulus notes with all good humor. even for something he might consider to be an insult to character ( he can’t help being his mother’s son ), he still has a smile playing at the edges of his lips. “ i can’t say i’d allow you the same with myself. you still have time to prove otherwise, though, mate, not to worry. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

sentences starters , hcs  !

[mcrtaloncemore]

ellie tried to stiffen a laugh at the man’s missteps. “. yes, i was one of her students. the woman was definitelysomething lovely . “. there were so many other words, standing on the tip of her tongue. colourful. groundbreaking. brave. but as much as she would try, the only thing that escaped her lips was, “. did you know professor trewlaney. or, sybil, sorry? ”

“ yeah, she does seem to be. oh, she will be missed, “ it was a dramatic declaration. the eulogies haven’t begun yet, and he had very little gauge on whether she was going to be missed. HE HOPED SO. it must be unfortunate to not be. “ ah... word of mouth, you know ? we travelled in the same circles. “ or, perhaps, they would’ve, had he been present.

[mcrtaloncemore]

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 :

ft . mentioned black family  !

click here .

[mcrtaloncemore]

closed event starter / @elliethebeth​ !

“ are you a former student of hers ? “ regulus asked curiously. he knew that much. the deceased used to be a professor. there seemed to be several members in attendance who at least seemed to be the age that her student’s would’ve been. “ SIBYLLINE SEEMED LIKE A LOVELY WOMAN. “ oh, merlin, was that her name ? only upon starting to speak did he realize he had no idea. or was it sibby ? or... sidney ? honestly, it was anyone’s guess, and far to look to surreptitiously try to check any of the surrounding decor. he tried not to grimace. “ yeah, surely lovely. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

closed event starter / @taciiturns​ !

“ rather dreary day for all of this, isn’t it ? “ this is what happens when you spend so many years without anyone to socially interact with. sure, talk about the plight of many things, the death being a big one, but here he was, making small talk about the weather of a funeral he was only faintly aware of prior to her untimely death. “ ENTIRELY A TRAGEDY, of course. but if i was to die ━ “ he winced at such a wording, reminding himself to get water the next time he went to bar, “ WELL, i’d rather my funeral by quite sunny. unfortunate, really. “ 

[mcrtaloncemore]

INCORRECT QUOTES : ft. @dolors + @taciiturns

[mcrtaloncemore]

“If you were going to do that, I would never. Only if you help me steal another one. I am an auror so for legal reasons, I’m kidding.” Tonks folds her arms. She is as dutiful an auror as any Minister could ever hope for, but that didn’t mean she prioritized that over the thought of her son happy - however fleeting his excitement over the goat would be. “My son may never forgive me if this festival ends without getting one.”

“ i fear our luck of acquiring two may be very low, “ regulus tells her, incredibly seriously. half-joking. far too close to half-joking for comfort. it is clear he’s given this an awful lot of thought. had he been able to remember the password set on the phone he bought, he would have searched the legality of owning a goat in london. “ FOR LEGAL REASONS. OF COURSE. i am, however, willing to sacrifice my goat for the sake of a child. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

closed event starter / @chacswins​ !

“ if i was going to steal this baby goat, would you stop me ? “ it was always good to know you’re audience, and regulus definitely wasn’t going to find himself in any trouble ( and didn’t want to give any auror a fright when he gave them his date of birth ). it would’ve been a funny joke, if he was actually kidding, but he wasn’t. staring into their soft, thoughtless eyes, he was willing to sacrifice his second life for that little creature. “ OR REPORT ME ? though i’d love an accomplice. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

closed starter / @ofenchantment​ !

despite popular belief, regulus is not an antisocial being. he made friends easily, in fact ━ THIS IS NOT TO SAY HE IS A GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER, because, simply put, he isn’t. but he doesn’t have trouble talking to others, and he’s always been prided on having slytherin charm seeping from his pores with none of the less forgiving bits of it ( such as, oh, you know, manipulation ). he remembers the spring festival from before, but it’s a faint thing, really. walburga didn’t enjoy frivolous things like it ( walburga didn’t enjoy much, really ). it was a comfort ; something he was so familiar with. “ DO YOU WAGER THAT THIS IS ‘ AUTHENTICALLY IRISH ‘ ? “ he is quick to start a conversation, punctuating his statement with a long, drawn out sip from his cup. “ i’d pity the poor folk, then. this is horrible. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

the     ministry     of     magic     can     change     hands     as     many     times     as     it     likes     ,     but     lucius     malfoy     will     ALWAYS     know     its     best     kept     secrets     .     the     𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕     in     question     tonight     is     the     location     of     better     wine     —     -     memory     recalls     something     about     a     few     crates     of     his     favourite     hidden     somewhere     in     a     disused     office     ,     a     lingering     remnant     of     fudge’s     administration     .     (     memory     will     𝑁𝑂𝑇     ,     however     ,     glean     upon     the     fact     that     aforementioned     crates     came     courtesy     of     some     backroom     deals     he’d     rather     not     speak     of     .     )     unopened     bottle     in     hand     ,     he’s     picking     his     way     back     to     the     ballroom     through     myriad     of     offices     and     he’s     not     expecting     to     run     into     anyone     else     ,     but     fate     rolls     its     dice     otherwise     .          “     hm     ?     oh     ,     yes     ,     charming     affair     .     haven’t     had     much     to     do     with     the     new     minister     ,     but     my     𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆     tolerates     him     enough     .     ”          he’ll     offer     a     relative     stranger     indifferent     shrug     ,     amenable     smile     /     talkative     nature     gets     the     better     of     him     sometimes     .          “     it’s     a     shame     minister     karkaroff     couldn’t     choose     𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛     beverages     .     i’ve     always     admired     durmstrang     alumni     ,     make     no     mistake     ,     but     the     least     they     could     do     is     choose     something     that     doesn’t     taste     quite     so     strongly     of     niffler     piss     .     ”

the mantra of regulus’s new lease on life goes as such: it was a mistake. IT WAS BLEAK to admit such a thing, but no legilimens seemed to be lurking about, and he was rather proficient at occlumency, thank merlin very much. the black family had a lot of things crested beside it’s name. a history of fanatical pure-blood elitism, a long thread of icarus metaphors come personified, and right next to it, an uncanny knack for breeding powerful wixen. maybe that, regulus can pin their fall from grace. it was certainly the beginning of the end. “ to be perfectly candid, i haven’t heard much of him ━ but is that not also a part of the allure of tonight ? “ HE DOESN’T FIND IT VERY ALLURING AT ALL. hence, the long trek in the wrong direction. regulus picked up quickly on his surroundings, inhaling information anywhere he could find it. it wasn’t untrue, really, that he didn’t know much about the freshly minted minister karkaroff, but the things he did know didn’t set him at ease. regulus had avoided him, and most other high standing people, tonight, though there was little reason for the minister of magic to make his acquaintance, because, though he was doomed to a great many of things ━ doomed to remember with a failure & doomed to settle himself in a place between life and death & doomed to bear the black curse ━ but one of them would not be to repeat his fate. “ SUDDEN TRANSITION OF POWER OR NOT, “ he was humoring lucius, surely, but a genuine smile spread across his face nonetheless, “ it really is gauche to disregard something as quintessential as drinks. makes one doubt the future, and any ministry events that might come with it. “

[mcrtaloncemore]

Too much that had been what the night had brought ultimately. Purebloods dancing with those who lacked the same credentials, her destined to the shadows to be unrecognized in the glory she deserved. Lavinia wandered the halls pretending to be one of them. Flesh. Bones. Magical. Stumbling upon another she was quite surprised for the halls were in the other direction. “Hello… I’m quite well, it’s simply a decadent spread after all. Have you managed to get a dance in? The floor is quite packed after all…” A dance? Had the bubbles of champagne gone to her head quite just yet? How silly. The other probably wouldn’t even reply. 

“ i’ve never been very keen on dancing, i must admit, “ he tells her this as if it is a secret — HE’S GOOD AT THAT, AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN. regulus likes looking people in the eyes, shifting his body language to mirror theirs, focusing all his attention is a marvelous act, terribly charming and terribly frightening at the same time. he does nothing half-assed. no, when he speaks he means it, and that is clearly evident in every form of mannerism that accompanies him. “ are you ? a dancer, that is ? “ head tilts idly to one side, he sizes her up. not suggestively, no, not that, but rather an act of filing away information. 

[mcrtaloncemore]

“ i know you don’t want to talk about it, but you don’t mess with dark magics and expect to just walk away like it doesn’t matter. ” / @toujovrspurs​ !

he did his best to skirt around the edges of the gala, head tucked downward, a quickness of feet often taught to children growing up in glass houses, BUT ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY EVADE NARCISSA MALFOY. he appraises her for a long moment. she has grown, they all have in his absence, and part of him knows, logically, that there was no reason for them to cease, but the other half is indignant with the knowledge that he missed out on something, maybe good, maybe bad, but certainly something. “ WALKED AWAY I DID NOT, “ he mused idly, smile settled firmly on his lips. maybe he shouldn’t joke so candidly about such things, but he can’t help it, really. what’s more funny than his own crushed morality ? “ it’s not that i don’t want to talk about it, really, cissa — “ merlin, did she still go by that ? he didn’t ask. “ — i’ve moreso been drilled in what is... polite party topics. WE BOTH HAVE. “ she may be a malfoy now, regulus knew as much, but she would always be a black. and the blacks were different. he knew it was such an age-old ideal, something he surely was meant to grow out of, but there was always a line, there was always going to be a line. there’s being a pure-blood, and there’s being sacred twenty-eight, and then there’s the noble and most ancient house of black.