Regulus A. Black

[RP blog for Regulus Black. 16. Slytherin. Seeker. Death Eater. Not what you think.] Blind admiration, dark chocolate, wanting to please people, shaking your head, flying to clear your head, upholding traditions because you don’t know better, spending hours in the restricted section, caring too much or not at all, long and detailed letters, organizing everything you come across

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

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She gave a small frown at Regulus’ words because she should be better at hiding these things but right now every light was a small stab to her headache. She glanced at the chair and shook her head. “I’m gonna grab something and go sit in a quieter place with an eye mask on,” she said with a small laugh. “Actually, and don’t tell my parents please, but I’ve got a horrible hangover.” She whispered the word as if it was a profanity, because it was certainly expected of Narcissa Black to not have a hangover.

“Classes are boring and pointless, I pay people to do my work so, seriously, pointless, but everyone has to do them, I guess. You?” She grabbed a muffin and apple (though that wasn’t in Druella’s Meal Plan) and nodded at him. “You’re welcome to join me, but I must escape all of these people.”

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A quick half smile and Regulus reached over to find an empty tea mug. He poured Narcissa a cup, adding some cream and sugar, before sitting down next to her. “Drink this. And I have a headache charm in my bag. That should help. Your secret is safe with me.”

It felt...nice. To be trusted, for once. To have a member of his family not act like he was a young, soft idiot with no brain. 

Not that he was naming any names, Sirius.

“I rather enjoy the work.” He glanced at his watch. “But I was heading towards the library. Let me at least see you to the dorms on my way.”

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[nickelsandbells]

“With a Quidditch match coming up I do hope so,” Nicodemus joked with a lighthearted smile. He hadn’t meant to upset the boy, but he was worried he might have. “Good luck this weekend. I’m sure this match will be a great start to the season.”

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A quick, crooked smile, Regulus rolling his shoulders back to find some of his usual, cocky stride. “Are you coming to watch?” Not that he cared or really paid attention to hot professors who showed up. Really.

Too bad he’d just looked like a bumbling, emotionally unstable idiot in front of him.

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog barely withheld a groan. He was using The Voice. She’d already had a too-long argument with Narcissa and a fight with Lucius this week, she didn’t need another snotty pureblood thinking that a cold voice and superior tone made up for all past examples of idiocy. “I’m sorry you’ve set the bar at ‘quite well,’ then,” she said, matching his cold tone with a sickly sweet one of her own. “You’ll need more than that if you want to do better than last year.” 

She could have just left it there, really, She could have walked away. She still had her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay to finish, and class was rapidly approaching. But in the midst of his backtracking, he’d insulted her sense of subtlety as a Quidditch player, and she could not stand for that. She ran through a few potential responses. You’d better hope I don’t subtly knock you off your broom, then. No, too expected. Do you need me to buy you a dictionary? I don’t know what your definition is, but mine definitely covers Deyan Vulchanov’s debut match last week. No, too wordy and referential. She considered a wild insult peppered with every swear word she knew, punctuated with a Jelly-legs jinx, but that wasn’t entirely warranted. Yet. She decided to go with her old standby of trash-talking. “Maybe your experience with de la Fuente’s style has left some subtlety to be desired, but real Beaters know how to take people by surprise.”

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Right. Trash talking. The time honored tradition between sports foes. Usually, Regulus would enjoy the verbal sparring. His favorite kind, honestly; a riddle and a puzzle were better than a fistfight any day.

But honestly? He was tired and stressed out and for a moment, Gwenog wasn’t her so much as a substitute for James. And in that split second, Regulus wanted badly to throw a punch.

Inhaling slowly, Regulus forced thoughts of bloody violence away. 

“You couldn’t touch me if I held still and wore a bullseye, Jones.” The cocky Seeker was just at the edges of his voice, hiding the other, stronger emotions he was struggling to ignore.

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[delilahxcarrow]

“It’s just…some stuff that I need to work through,” she explained. “Stuff…that isn’t really my thing to tell,” she shrugged. “Yeah, you have a point,” she gave him a small smile.

It was a lot harder to get past what Bellatrix and Amycus had done than she thought, and she really just didn’t know how to handle it all, but she knew she couldn’t talk to anyone about this.

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That sounded familiar. Things to work through, nothing you could say to anyone... Yeah. Sounded like Regulus’s whole bloody summer.

“Well, if... If you need to talk,” he offered, shuffling his feet a bit awkwardly. No one would ever say Regulus was the person to go to for emotional bonding. But he felt like it was important to offer.

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[nickelsandbells]

“Of course,” he nodded, having to fight amusement from seeping into his tone. “You just seemed a bit distracted is all.”

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“I am...” Regulus fought between his flash of irritation and temper at what might very well be someone laughing at him and his deeply ingrained need to please authority figures. In the end, he just looked vaguely constipated. “Not distracted. That is, I am, but it isn’t...”

Sighing, Regulus waved his hand vaguely. “I’ll watch where I’m going in the future, sir.”

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[delilahxcarrow]

Alecto wasn’t about to talk about Sirius in public. Especially after their last few encounters had left her feeling a little bit confused, but less angry about everything that had happened recently. She sat down, figuring she would eat quickly and then get out of the Great Hall.

“What? Oh…” she frowned. “There’s just some stuff going on, I guess. I have a lot to think about.”

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“Right. Yes. Stuff.” Regulus nodded, as if that explained anything. “Weighty lot, that stuff. Can make your head fall clean off your shoulders.”

Perhaps attempting to make someone else smile would help make him feel less in a fog.

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog stared at him incredulously and immediately thanked her lucky stars that he wasn’t a member of the Ravenclaw team. She wouldn’t stand for one of her players not paying attention during practice, let alone not knowing who they were up against! She was almost tempted to warn Lucinda– even if she liked having an advantage against Slytherin, this practically made it unfair. “Well, yeah,” she said, trying not to include an ‘obviously’ in there, “seeing as that’s sort of my specialty. With de la Fuente on your team, I can see why you might have a gap to fill, but Seekers generally can’t do much harm without someone calling foul.” While she always appreciated an opening to dog Anthea, she was still sort of amazed that he didn’t know these basic rules. He’d been on the team when Emma was captain– how had he gotten away with such gaps in his knowledge?

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Right. Now he remembered why he didn’t like to talk to random people. Because when they looked at him like that, like he was an idiot, it made all sorts of unpleasant impulses run around in his head. Mostly involving curses and hexes he wasn’t supposed to know.

“I am aware,” he returned, in his best impression of his father’s dismissive tone, “what a Seeker’s job is to be. It was meant to be a rhetorical question. There’s a Gryffindor player I wouldn’t mind watching have a sudden meeting with the ground.”

If it wiped the smug smirk off Potter’s face that might even be worth the detention for throwing hexes during a match.

“Besides, it isn’t as if I would go to a Beater for tips in subtlety.” He smirked, coldly, the you bloody high-horse bint only slightly implied. “Our team is doing quite well. Lucinda wouldn’t stand for anything else. As I’m sure you know.”

Luckily, being a Seeker meant that his distraction was less noticeable to his captain. So long as he kept moving during practice, it wasn’t as if he had to coordinate with the rest of his team. Though now, Regulus found it very keenly important to him that they win the whole bloody Cup this year.

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

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The combination of a hangover and Narcissa Black was near deadly, yet she strutted her way into the Great Hall, trying to act as if she didn’t have tiny people stomping around on her brain. Her makeup was perfect, her outfit (though mostly hidden by those ugly robes) was perfect and her hair was perfect. Her coordination was definitely not perfect. As she made her way towards the Slytherin table she knew she’d have to take her food and leave because remaining in there was not a possibility. Still, her head was bowed down and she didn’t realize she was almost running into someone before it was too late. 

“Reg,” she smiled in relief when she realized it was a family member. “Sorry about that. Clumsy old me.” Except she was never clumsy but she hoped he would forget that. “Morning! Or… is it afternoon?”

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“You are never clumsy, Narcissa,” Regulus said quietly, moving to hold out a chair for her. She looked as though she needed a place to sit down. “Are you unwell?”

He was practically vibrating his hope she didn’t ask him about Sirius. What would he even say? After listening to an entire summer of his mother and father go on about blood traitors and destroying the Black name he couldn’t take another lecture. Even from a favorite cousin.

“How are classes?” Any subject but Sirius. Please.

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G E N E R A L   S T A T S

REGULUS BLACK is a SIXTH YEAR SLYTHERIN. His blood status is PURE and he’s on the side of BLOOD PURITY. On the dash he is portrayed by NICOLAS HOULT. He is TAKEN.

B I O G R A P H Y

Regulus was born November 29th, 1960 to Orion and Walburga Black. His brother, Sirius, is older by one year, though if you ask Regulus it’s more like they were born on different planets. He was a quiet child; and, as if sensing the friction between Sirius and their parents, was always eager to please and make peace. He accepts the idea that Wizards are superior to Muggles because they simply are. After all, they can do magic. They can survive so much more, create so many better things And they don’t spend their time destroying one another, like Muggles seem to do. Wizards are, in fact, better, and Regulus believed that as fact from the time he was a small child. Walburga was both doting and distant, qualities that created a son that wanted desperately for approval. He absorbed some of her quirks and issues, including an almost obsessive need for order, and a fear of the outside world. Regulus preferred to stick to the same routine every day. He saw no need to wander afield; Hogsmeade days were usually spent by himself by the fire or in the library. As a child, Regulus doted on Sirius. Sirius was clever and smart and handsome, he never got scared or tongue tied, he always knew what to say. Regulus felt more comfortable writing than talking, where he had time to plan out and find the perfect words. Sirius, however, always seemed to Regulus to know exactly what to say and how to say it. When Sirius left home, Regulus felt abandoned. Completely betrayed. He hasn’t forgiven Sirius for that, and he honestly doesn’t know if he ever will. That doesn’t stop him from missing his big brother. Even if, in Regulus’s opinion, he is an idiot. Nobody’s perfect.

A S S O C I A T I O N S

Blind admiration, dark chocolate, wanting to please people, shaking your head, flying to clear your head, upholding traditions because you don’t know better, spending hours in the restricted section, caring too much or not at all, long and detailed letters, organising everything you come across

+ traits  proud, kind, meticulous

- traits  insecure, stubborn, xenophobic

CONNECTION IDEAS:

Sirius Black: Brother, complicated

Lilac MacMillan: Childhood friend, estranged

Andrew Yaxley: Friend

Regulus is currently played by ALEX

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog didn’t care for people who played Quidditch but didn’t care about it. As far as she was concerned, Quidditch was a life or death thing. However, she also knew that people who didn’t care about Quidditch were unlikely to take the same game-winning risks as those who did, so she was perfectly fine with Regulus Black being the Slytherin house seeker. Less competition for Lucy. Still– he didn’t even know who Ravenclaw was playing? Did he not realize that Slytherin’s place in the cup depended on the outcome of her match just as much as the outcome of his?

“Hufflepuff,” she said shortly. “You know, since your lot is playing Gryffindor. You do know that, right? Or has Talkalot been going for a more general strategy rather than house specific?” She tried to inject a hint of friendliness into her last question. One nice thing about people who didn’t care about Quidditch was that they didn’t realize how important secrecy could be and often gave her juicy tidbits.

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Sighing, Regulus ran a hand through his hair. Ah, yes. Being the bloody Slytherin Seeker. His father had wanted him to participate and, being the smallest one on the team, he got the honor of chasing the Snitch. At least a Beater got to hit something. Might work out some of his issues.

Then again, there probably weren’t enough balls in the world.

“I... haven’t been paying that much attention in practice,” Regulus admitted. “Distracted.”

Wait.

“Shite, we’re playing Gryffindor?” Fuck. Fuck. Not only would he have to get his game together and focus, but he’d have to do it while staring down James bloody fucking Potter.

He asked darkly, “Any tips for knocking someone off their broom?”

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[delilahxcarrow]

Alecto gave the boy a small smile. “Don’t apologize…it’s fine. I was distracted too,” she said with a slight shrug as she looked around the Great Hall, relieved when she saw that neither her brother nor Bellatrix were there. She looked at him understandingly. “Well…I don’t think that I saw…people at his table,” she offered. She figured that he was talking about Sirius, who else could he possibly be avoiding?

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Nodding, Regulus ducked his head and took a seat. Glad that she wasn’t making him talk about it. He hadn’t even been able to think about it out in public, much less have a giant heart-to-heart in the middle of the Dining Hall.

“Why are you distracted?” 

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[antheaxdelafuente]

“You know, if you weren’t staring at your feet, you might not run into people,” Anthea said, after a quick three steps back saved her from a collision. Tossing her hair, she gave him a sharp look then moved to stand beside him. “Where are you going? Since I ran into you, maybe you can help me make sense of the Potions essay. I’m so tired of writing essays.”

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“I was...” Regulus pointed vaguely towards the table in the corner. The nice, quiet, isolated table. “Breakfast?”

It wasn’t a question, really. But Regulus wasn’t really one for random chit-chat, even with housemates. Sirius had always been the outgoing one. Regulus was happy just to sit in the background and observe. But now, the first year after Sirius had left...

Well. Regulus supposed he would have to get used to being on his own. And that meant talking to people.

“I, uh. Already finished it. I can show you mine? If that would help...”

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Sirius wouldn't have left if you'd been a better sibling.

What more was there to say to that?

“I know.”

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

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Alecto was making her way down to the Great Hall to grab something to eat, avoid her brother and Bellatrix, and go back to her solitiude, away from everyone else. She was still confused and unsure of what she wanted, or what she was really even thinking about the whole situation. She thought that it would help if she actually talked to her brother, but she wasn’t about to do that in a public space, where other people could see them.

As she walked into the Great Hall, lost in her own thoughts, she was taken aback when someone suddenly was right there, nearly running into her. “Watch where you’re going,” She snapped, before she looked at the person and saw Regulus standing there. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and it was almost weird to talk to him. They were two of the people Sirius hurt the most by leaving, and she felt some sort of…compassion towards the younger boy. “Regulus. You should really watch where you’re going,” she said, giving him a small smile. 

Regulus had turned at the harsh tone, hand flying to his wand, ready. But then he realized it was Alecto and he sighed, some of that tension leaving him. “I was distracted. My apologies.” He straightened his papers and stepped aside. “I’m just trying to avoid... people. Let me get out of your way.”

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[nickelsandbells]

Something about seeing all the students so relaxed almost made Nicodemus nostalgic for his own days as a Hogwarts student. When he actually watched them he realized how happy he was to have grown. He approached a younger student that he witnessed nearly walk into an older and much larger boy with a bright smile. “ Afternoon boys” he greeted cheerfully before anything could happen between them.

When the older boy ducked out of the conversation with only a brief acknowledgment of Nicodemus he turned to the younger boy with a sympathetic smile. “You alright?”

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Regulus straightened thin shoulders and gave Nicodemus a challenging look. Not defiant. Regulus would never truly challenge a professor. But he had no intention of looking weak.

“I had things handled, sir. I’m quite alright.”

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Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog had not finished her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay that morning. This coupled with the fact that she’d slept through her 4:30 alarm and had to be shaken awake by Addie King fifteen minutes before practice meant that, aside from her hair looking a mess, that she was not eating breakfast that morning (at least not in the Great Hall, the meal itself was very important for a balanced diet). She’d grabbed a few slices of toast, a grapefruit, and crammed a piece of bacon in her mouth, and was now marching resolutely towards the door. So caught up was she in her mental outline of her essay (she hadn’t even finished a physical outline, this damn ball had ruined all of her time management) that she didn’t notice Regulus Black until it was nearly too late.

The food in her hands, as well as his books, were only saved by her fast reflexes (although the bacon in her mouth was not as she swallowed it quickly). She coughed a few times, trying not to choke on it, before pulling out her wand and casting Anapneo. She stared at him reproachfully. She’d had too many run-ins with the Black family this week, and though realistically she knew Regulus probably was just as irritated by Sirius as she was, she couldn’t help but blame him for his brother. Still, she figured she might as well try to be friendly. “Trying to make me choke, Black?” she joked, though her tone made it hard to tell. “Wood frowns upon sabotage.” 

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Looking up, Regulus blinked quickly, trying to remember who this was. He tended to let the other students pass in a blur, but this one was important. Ravenclaw. Quidditch or some such. Yes, right, Gwenog Jones.

“I would have to care enough about Quidditch to perform such an act.” Regulus gathered up his books again, sorting out his papers compulsively. “I do not.” 

Except to hope that James Potter fell right on his stupid head.

“Who are you playing?” he asked cautiously. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea and launch into a ten minute lecture.