I sleep with the dirt by fire glow
We keep all the hurt you never know
Believe is to see down in the hold
You burned this ship alive, now I'm coming home
( Asa Butterfield , eighteen, cis-male ) hey, was that REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK passing by? so much has happened recently; I haven’t seen the PURE BLOOD in forever, but I’d recognize HIM anywhere. rumor has it the FIRST year is studying to be an UNSPEAKABLE. they always reminded me of THRONE BY SAINT MESA. I’ve also heard they’ve been recruited by THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS. but despite all that I think they’re still DEDICATED, PASSIONATE & INQUISTIVE and OBESSESIVE, ELITIST & JUDGEMENTAL. and the SLYTHERIN alum still reminds me of the reflection of starlight in a deep lake, endless library shelves, a drop of blood in an endless sea, a spiral stair case, the last chime of midnight ringing out into the still night. well, then, I guess some things never change. ( Kenaz, 25, GMT 00, Them/They )
Regulus was born into wealth and power. He considered himself born into love, although some might disagree. As a child, he was quickly instilled in the truth of the world. By virtue of his blood, he was superior to others and this gave him certain obligations to society - it was his job to ensure the continuation of the family’s power so they might be able to justly rule over those who could not know better.
His childhood was a happy one. They could buy whatever was wanted or required and he had a fantastic older brother with which ti play and wonderful cousins who were so sophisticated and engaging. Regulus saw little reason to engage with anyone outside of his family for what could they offer in comparison?
When Sirius went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, something changed, although as young as he was, Regulus could not tell you what. The atmosphere shifted slowly and subtily so by the time Sirius returned for Chrstmas, there was a coldness between them. Regulus followed his parents example and shunned his brother for his choices, an attitude he continued with for Andromeda when she eloped.
School for Regulus, was a grand time. He had the chance to make connections of the right sort. Other pureblood families with noble blood. He favoured those who respected the near royal lineage of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and did his best to show that he would be a fair and just wizard, returning favours with grace and grattitude. Regulus became a Seeker for the team, a role that got him much attention and embraced his love of flying.
Quidditch became one of the few things he could share with Sirius. Whether they were on the pitch against each other, or training at home. Somehow, Sirius always seemed to know when Regulus needed to blow off some steam and simply enjoy the feeling of moving and not focusing on whatever innane thing his brother had done to annoy him or disgrace the family. Things always felt better after a game.
Then Sirius left.
Regulus did not speak to him, though he was grateful that he never gave him cause. What could Regulus call him for Sirius was too informal but Black would be to recognise his family which he no longer belonged to. He was grateful it was not something he had to deal with.
In his own small sign of rebellion, instead of focusing on politics or law (suitible careers for ensuring their family had control), Regulus decided to push his studies into secretive magics that ordinary witches and wizards do not have access to. It still worked within the permit of their family (after all, who else should have that knowledge but the Blacks?) and he still takes modules that cover law and politics with the idea that they may be subjects for him to take up if he should retire early.
With a strong interest in the Dark Arts (which are not evil, just misunderstood, as far as Regulus is concerned), he may have been primed for turning to the Death Eaters. It is fortunate that his family have played an important and guiding role in his life in encouraging him to seek out the Knights of Walpurgis. Regulus is hopeful that come way may, his name will go down in history.
Severus nodded, stepping inside the flat. It was good to see his friend again, though it was a bit strange with it being so long since they’d seen each other. “Good to see you too. How have you been?” he followed him into the kitchen, looking around the place as he went. It was nice, modest, but very Regulus. “Espresso,” Severus grinned when he was offered. Though he did not need any more caffeine for the day, he couldn’t help himself; he love coffee too much to give it up or cut back. “So, what are you studying?” he asked as Regulus began preparing their drinks.
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“I’ve been good, or as good as someone can be during their NEWT year.” Regulus grinned. The Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Levels certainly lived up to their name, even in someone as academically minded as he was. Towards the end of it, he felt he might have been more coffee than wizard.
“What about you, Severus? How was the first year here? It feels different to Hogwarts and I am quiet hopeful that not having that muggle lover of a Headmaster will make for a better educational environment.” He had never been a fan of Dumbledore and was looking forward to not having his interference.
“I’m hoping to get work as an Unspeakable. There’s something rather exciting about experimental magics, especially those that society can’t talk about.” Regulus said, a grin on his face. “Although I’m taking what I can of law. I figure that’s a socially acceptable back up and rather useful to know, regardless. What of you?” He asked, waving his wand to fill the Moka pot and to set it to heat.
“It’s muggle but it has it’s own magic.” She pointed out. “I notice you like everything extremely organized. That you like everything your way, or am I wrong? Do you make lists so you don’t miss anything or is that already me exaggerating?“ She giggled. She just wanted to get to know him better, not make fun of him. For Hestia, Regulus was a mystery and she was curious to know what he thought. She was just trying to understand him and if what he was conveying was true.
Hestia shrugged, it wasn’t the kind of party she liked. She was always forced to go to parties like that and always felt left out, as if she didn’t belong. Maybe because it was true and her father just wanted to force her to be from that world. “The best part of the party, it’s we are talking. I don’t remember we talked a lot in Hogwarts.” She said “Maybe. It’s a little boring here to be honest…”
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“I don’t go as far as to make lists,” Regulus smiled - well not physical lists. “But it is a perk of my family that things tend to go our way.” There was very little that didn’t get. Sirius being one. But he wouldn’t think on that this happy night.
“I guess one could say I tend to not like surprises. I’d much rather have everything organised so I can make adequate provisions. With foreplanning, one can enjoy life, don’t you agree?”
Frowning at Hestia’s words, Regulus leaned back, regarding her with a thoughtful expression.
“Well, if talking is not engaging enough, there is always dancing?” He suggested. “Although one always risks spreading rumours when one enters the dance floor.”
Benji had been taking a seat on a wall, looking through paperwork to do with him changing to full time, from part time study, something he was both anxious and excited about. He was just in the middle of refolding various forms and replacing them in his bag, when out of his periphery he noticed a huddle of people walking in his direction, a smile formed on his lips as he recognized two of them from his days at Hogwarts, he was just about to open his mouth to speak when he heard a voice from just behind the group. It took him acouple of seconds to register what the voice had said, and the smile faded from his lips. The small group of wizards didn’t seem to want to argue and shuffled past Benji murmuring a shy hello to him as they did so.
Sliding from the wall, Benji’s eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze fell onto Regulus, though his tone was still calm. “Ye must ‘ave a pretty miserable existence if throwing out cheap insults makes ye feel better about yerself.”
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Dark eyes narrowed as someone dared to step out and confront him.
“Quiet the contary.” Regulus said cooly, eyeing up the newcomer. “I have quiet the wonderful homelife. I’ve just been raised to expect that those who wish to live in our world would do well to abide by our customs and culture. There’s no reason to read that muggle tosh.” He sniffed, unimpressed that someone might dare critique him and home life. Yes, there was the Sirius issue which he refused to acknowledge but otherwise, he had a very good family life and wanted for nothing.
“Severus,” Regulus greeted as he opened the door to his modest abode. “It has been too long, I am glad to see you.” He said warmly, stepping aside to let his friend enter. For the past year, they had been in different education systems and the summer had been a busy time for Regulus as he prepared for moving up here.
“Coffee?” He asked, gesturing towards the kitchen, he remembered how much Severus enjoyed the hot drink. Caffeine was much appreciated. “I can do you an espresso or americano.”
Regulus rolled his eyes as some mudbloods walked past, discussing the events in their muggle news, the paper staring out blindly, not moving.
“What is the world coming to,” Regulus muttered to himself, but taking no effort to moderate his voice. “That mudbloods can freely flaunt their muggle heritage without any shame.” He heaved a dramatic sigh, looking just a tad old fashioned in his heavy robes swathing his figure.
“Next thing I know, we’ll be expected to become muggles ourselves, seeing as we can’t keep our culture and way of life safe.”
Sirius’ eye was caught as the tea set flew together. “Eugh, maybe I should bring my own mugs. Pretty sure I’m at risk of bursting into flames, drinking from one of those.” Before Regulus could take it to heart and change the set, he laughed. “I’m kidding. That’s the set Father got you Christmas your first year, yeah?” Only their father would think a tea set was an appropriate gift for an eleven-year-old. Of course, it likely wasn’t meant to be a gift for Regulus; it was meant to be a slight against Sirius.
He immediately regretted putting his foot in his mouth with the comment about the newspaper clippings. “It was just a comment, Reg. I didn’t mean anything by it. That’s just what I remember about your room at home.” Probably a bit sad, that that’s what he remembered. That and how they’d gotten into a petty contest of house pride. By the end of it, even Sirius admitted that at least Silver and Green were a little less blinding. However, Regulus’ reaction was too interesting for him to linger on his regret or just let it go. “But I have no idea what you mean by that. I’m as interested in current affairs as anyone. Probably more than some, really.” Hadn’t their parents told Regulus why he left? Did he not understand just how deep his betrayal of the family went?
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Regulus was all prepared to snark back at Sirius but then he quickly took back his words - even remembered when Regulus recieved this set. He quickly softened.
“Yeah, it is. I never really got a chance to use it beforehand. Mother has her own set for guests and I never really had a chance to host. I’m glad I finally have an opportunity to use them.” He said, smiling fondly at the tea set. It was not something he expected Sirius to remember, being part of their shared past - one that Sirius had walked away from. His finger trailed along the snake entwined on the teapot’s handle. It was a gift to show that he was growing up and it mattered so much to him to believe Father thought that of him.
Positively glowering as Sirius used his nickname - something he just tolerated after Sirius had left - Regulus found it hard to calm down. Of all the things for Sirius to remember... his childish folly before he knew of the superior alternative.
“You remember it because you didn’t like it.” Regulus said softly, gaze still intense as he watched Sirius. "You never approved.” There was perhaps a bitterness to it, for Regulus was beginning to see it for the child’s idolatry that it was and he hated for Sirius to even be mildly correct.
Scoffing at Sirius, he tried to imagine Sirius as someone to keep up to date with current affairs. It barely occured to him that in the years of absence, he might have imagined his brother into something different, to make his disownment more manageable. In his mind, if Sirius cared, he’d not have made the decision to go against the family.
“You’ve always been too carefree to read the news.” Regulus instead said, pouring out the tea and catching the leaves in a strainer. He realised, with a start, he couldn’t remember how Sirius took his tea. Something twitched in his stomach at that.
“Sugar or milk?”
“Well, it feels good at first. Makes you calm, giddy. After a while, you’re just doing it to avoid the crash, though. Like I said, don’t start.” Sirius burst out in a barking laugh when Regulus so haughtily admitted he didn’t know what ‘rad’ meant. “It means…Well, it’s short for ‘radical’ and it’s used sort of the same way as ‘Brilliant’?” It felt strange, explaining slang to his brother. “Don’t worry about it. Picked it up from muggle radio stations. Some American musician said it.”
Of course Regulus was pulling away now that he’d shown that bit of emotion. Sirius had expected it. It was his own pattern, although he’d gotten much more comfortable with wearing at least his surface emotions on his sleeve. At the mention of blaming the lecturer, Sirius stepped in front of him to give him a severe look. “Don’t even joke. Leave her out of it. We don’t need to pull other people into our family drama. We can be adults about it. I’ll say the same thing to Mother and Father if I have to. Got it, Reg?”
He stepped aside and let Regulus lead. He even played along and hung back from him like he seemed to want. The apartment was everything Sirius expected and he hated it. It was like walking into his nightmares. But he could deal with it for a term. He snorted softly at the offer. “Of course they didn’t. Mother and Father would starve if you brought Kreacher here. Miracle they don’t now, with how bad his cooking is, though. No, I don’t ‘require’ anything. If you’re making something for yourself, I’ll have some, though.” He politely removed his shoes and hung his leather jacket by the door before he started wandering about, looking at the way Regulus had decorated to somehow make the apartment look so much like Grimmauld. “I see your decorating taste has improved. Or are newspaper clippings only for the bedroom?”
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“Sounds like a bad habit.” Regulus sniffed, haughtily. Sirius may no longer be one of them but he should know better than to get addicted to something, especially as now he did not have the family’s wealth to support him. Perhaps Alphard had been holding out on how much Black money he had amassed. “And how muggles manage to get brilliant from radical is beyond me.” Muggles really were not the brightest of creatures.
Blinking in surprise at Sirius’ words, Regulus cocked his head in confusion - it was their lecturer who had refused to make amendments, despite the circumstances. He also felt that Sirius rather neglected his point that Sirius’ offer of taking the blame held a greater kindness, seeing as there was a perfectly acceptable lecturer to point at.
“Understood.” He said primly, wondering what it would be like for mother and father to meet Sirius once more and whether he would be permitted to watch.
Regulus rather thought that it would be the polite thing to supply a hot beverage as it had not been an explicit denial. He waved his wand to set the water boiling and brought out his loose leaf tea and fine, emerald green tea cups with silver scaled snakes as the handle. A plate shortly followed, with a collection of biscuits, just to be sure.
“Kreacher is a wonderful cook.” Regulus said cooly, as he prepared everything and his face flushed at the mention of the newspaper clippings. He had not yet been informed of the Knights of Walpurgis at that point although he had not quiet ceased his fascination with the news. There was a box under his bed.
“What does it matter if I have newspaper clippings or not? At least I’m interested in current affairs” Regulus snapped, a harsh glare in his eyes, although his ears remained a delicate shade of pink. “If you want to be invasive, my bedroom is just down the hall.” He challenged, fairly certain Sirius would not be so rude to go searching in his room and what did it matter if he did find them? It would be stupid to ignore what was going on in the world.
Sirius smirked around the cigarette. “Same reason I start doing most things, of course. Feels good. Looks rad.” There was the unspoken third reason they both knew as well: it pissed off their mother.
Sirius froze at the sound of his name, staring for a long second with his head cocked. He couldn’t place why it struck him, at first. It was just his name. His lips parted a bit as he realized. He couldn’t remember the last time Regulus had said his name. They hadn’t interacted much at all since the night he left for the Potters, but he couldn’t recall a single interaction where his name had left Regulus’ lips. there were a few instances he recalled where the younger boy had awkwardly talked around using it, in fact.
He couldn’t help the tight but small smile that came over him as he looked away. He patted Regulus’ back. “Of course. What’s the point of having a family disgrace if you don’t get to blame everything on me, right?” He winked.
He took one more drag and then snubbed out his cigarette against the brick behind him. “Let’s head off, then. We can at least pick a topic, if not make a plan and start dividing up the work. Lead the way.”
“I can’t believe it feels good.” Regulus commented, giving Sirius a look. “And I have no idea what rad means, certainly not radiant.” But he suspected a more important reason may have been that there was no way their mother would have approved. It would be nice though, to imagine the other reasons may have taken a greater presidence.
Stiffening as Sirius pattered his back, Regulus looked pointedly away. They were not on familiar terms. Sirius had left, after all, despite Regulus’ best efforts.
“I did’t blame everything on you, just your own faults.” He bit back before having the good grace to look abashed. Sirius was doing him a kindness. “Which is why your proposition matters. If I blamed it on our lecturer, I do not think it would go down as well. You didn’t have to offer.” It was an awkward apology to get out and he would not meet Sirius’ eyes.
Leading the way, Regulus tried to look aloof and as if he wasn’t walking with Sirius, was not running through what he imagined everyone else was talking about as they saw them together. He could just imagine the gossip that would spread.
His apartment was neat, made to look as close to home as might be achieved. Regulus loved the blacks and greens. Sadly much of the Dark Artefacts could not be taken as people tended to be rather... squeamish about such things.
“I was not permitted to take Kreacher with me but I fancy I could manage to brew a cup of coffee or steep a pot of tea should you require refreshments.” Regulus offered, making sure the door was closed and locked, so they might be be disturbed.
“I will miss Hogwart’s Express. It was a long travel, but it was nice to catch up with everybody and see the view. Now everything is faster and you can go out whenever you want.” Hestia would miss her Hogwarts days, life was simpler. But now she had more freedom and she knew more about her and about her life, she wasn’t so innocent, it was an opportunity to find herself.
“Believe me Regulus. Most people will go to the party not because it’s more personal…. And it’s a good way to have fun and relax. Meet new people…. You won’t spend your first night studying! After the first classes, you should do it and not before!” Before, Hestia would think like Regulus. Maybe it was because she wanted to relax a bit, maybe it was because of influences or because she wanted to be rebellious against her father. Not having a certain reason, one thing was for sure, studying before classes started was wrong.
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“It was rather muggle though.” Regulus pointed out. “As lovely as the chance was to catch up, it could have been done at Hogwarts after apparating or flooing in.” He would have enjoyed the chance to settle in properly before the Great Feast. This was so much more civilised.
“Plus the opportunity to unpack before the evening sets in. I much prefer coming back to a dorm fully ready for the evening rather than having to sort things out on a full stomach. So much more civilised.”
He smiled softly at Hestia as she spoke. Her words were kind but he did not think that the memorial at the Three Broomsticks would be the kind of place he should turn up to.
“I can have fun here.” He huffed, glancing out at the Mixer. “This is, after all, enjoyable. A chance to get to know the rest of the cohort. I don’t see much reason to go to something so informal.” He paused. “Are you planning to?”
Sirius just shrugged and tucked the pack into the inside pocket of his jacket. He was a bit disappointed, but he hadn’t expected Regulus to take it anyway. “Good on you. Don’t start. They might not kill us like they do muggles, but I’ve still heard it’s a bi-” He stopped himself from swearing in front of his brother. Despite the fact that he was an adult, it still felt strange. “A right pain, getting cancer cleaned out of your lungs.” Despite his warning, he lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, turning his face away to blow the smoke away from Regulus.
He glanced over and frowned at the way Regulus had his arms tucked inside his robes. Sirius very rarely wore robes these days, only for particular functions where he was trying to impress like exams or presentations. For him, dressing up for class was wearing a button-up and slacks with his leather jacket rather than the t-shirts and jeans he wore on the weekends. Regulus’ posture made him look slightly swallowed by the fabric, smaller than he really was.
He listened to Regulus’ suggestion but snorted at the end. “Might be what? Related? That ship’s long sailed. Consorting with the enemy? I think people know how getting partnered up works.” He took another drag and looked off into the distance for a long moment. He knew it would get back to their parents eventually, but he knew why Regulus wanted to keep it under wraps as long as possible. Their mother would inevitably turn it into a thing. “It’ll need to be yours. I’m sharing a suite with my friends. I expect you have a private room?” There was a teasing twinkle in his eye, but he quickly put a hand on Regulus’ tense shoulder. “When it inevitably gets back to them, just blame it on me, alright? They haven’t spoken to me in years, they’re not going to start now.”
A delicate eyebrow raised at Sirius’ words, wondering how his brother could ever look at muggles and not see their obvious inferiority. Sirius had admitted to their rather easy mortality when it came to things like smoking, it was just another indication, he should see muggles for what they were: lesser. Regulus paused, the old argument on the tip of his tongue before he sighed and looked away. It was not worth it.
“Why did you start, then?” Regulus asked, turning his look of scorn into an inquisitive cock of his head.
Regulus was not so convinced that society would see them being partnered up as anything but a sign of some action on their part. They had not been able to convince their lecturer (which they should have been able to do) and surely the chance of them being paired together was so slim that this could not be chance. People would talk and it would reflect poorly on Regulus. He gave a small shrug.
“Perhaps.” He said softly, eyes staring ahead.
“Yes, I’ve got my own place and it is presentable. We can head there now, a headstart would be useful. What with our...” Regulus paused, frowning. This was why he avoided Sirius.
“What with my heritage, we would be well worth to excel above the rest of the class.” He could not face some halfblood or worse, a mudblood getting a better mark than a Black and a disowned one of their blood. Furthermore, with their history, no doubt they would need that headstart to actually churn out something they both agreed on.
“Thanks, Sirius.” He said, almost hesitantly, as Sirius offered to take the blame. He did not think it would do much when their parents found out but the thought was... unfounded. Sirius shouldn’t owe him a thing.
“Thank you very much!” Hestia was surprised by the compliment, so out of control, her cheeks started to turn a little pink and a smile spread across her face. “My trip went very well, I’ve had everything prepared for weeks now. I don’t like to be disorganized and the day comes and I have problems… I hope yours was smooth too.” She nodded “How do you like the memorial? Will you at the party at the three broomsticks next?”
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Nodding at Hestia as she explained her travels, Regulus smiled.
“Likewise for myself. I do not think I could quiet stand it if I had to travel with the riffraff.” Regulus said. “It certainly is a step up from the Hogwart’s Express.” The sooner it brought back portkeys, apparition and flying via broomstick, the better.
“No, I don’t think I shall. I would think a the party at the Three Broomsticks might be rather personal and as I did not know the man, and I do not think our views much aligned., it would perhaps be... insensitive for myself to attend.” Regulus said softly before giving a grin. “That and I wouldn’t mind a head start on studying, boring as I might seem.”
“Well, that went well.” Sirius’ words were dripping with sarcasm. They’d barely left the Law professor’s office and he was already pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the inside pocket of his jacket and sticking it between his lips. He didn’t it yet, just letting it dangle from his lips.
He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Regulus in a Magical Law course. It fit that his brother was doing something in politics. But he hadn’t even properly considered that his little brother would be old enough to be studying at the college now. He hadn’t considered his brother at all in nearly five years. But he’d gotten over it. Sat in the back of the class, far away from him. Kept his head down. After all, he was only taking this as an elective. Other than an irritating joke from the professor that she’d have to find something else to call them both since “Mr. Black" wouldn’t work, it had worked. For the first class. Today had been their second, and they’d been told that they were randomly paired up for the term project.
Sirius had practically followed the professor to her office after class. He wasn’t surprised when Regulus had done the same thing. They’d both voiced their complaints. But they were assured that it was random, that she’d had no way of knowing they were brothers rather than distant cousins, that changing partners wasn’t allowed because it wouldn’t be fair to the others. They’d both run out of excused eventually and resigned themselves to their fate.
Not sure what else to say to Regulus, he held up the pack. “Want one?” He quietly hoped that even if he didn’t take it, he would at least see it for the peace offering it was.
“You think?” Regulus asked, his tone matching Sirius’ as he crossed his arms, hands slipping under the large hanging sleeves of his robes to hold his wrists, glowering at his feet. There was no way he was going to look at all OK with the answer they had recieved from the professor. How dare she think to dictate to a Black what they should do? Sirius was disowned, Regulus was not meant to be on any term with him and she had completely ignored this rather fine point.
But despite that, Regulus found he hadn’t stormed away from Sirius. He could have. He could have stormed back to his room, locked the door and cursed the world only to later plan their project over owl post. Law wasn’t his main subject, theoretically, he should be OK to settle with a slightly lower mark because they had done everything via letters. But that wasn’t him so he lurked by his brother, ill content with their lot.
“I don’t partake.” Regulus, said, refusing the offered cigarrette, a second later realising what it was. His shoulders slumped. Perhaps he should have accepted it for what it was and swallowed his pride.
“Maybe... we should go to one of our rooms, seeing as we must work together. I’d rather not spread rumours that we might be...” His voice trailed off as he looked away from Sirius. By not talking, they could ignore the complication that sat between them. Regulus unraveled his arms to fiddle with the hem, still not looking into Sirius’ eyes.
None of this was coming out right and he still did not know what to feel about Sirius. He hadn’t known since the night Sirius had left him.
Hestia was ready to leave. She hated these kinds of events, they made her always anxious and she could never express herself truthfully. As she was leaving, she noticed Regulus Black. It was a familiar face, barely known but familiar all the same. She approached with a friendly smile and said “Hello Regulus, you look very nice today. How are you?” She was terrible at small talk, but at least she tried.
“Hestia,” Regulus greeted, turning to look at the witch. Their families had been on friendly terms for as long as he could remember. Her family had a long heritage in law, something Regulus could respect, enough so that he was taking a module or two in it.
“Thank you, you too look radiant. I am most well. I trust your journey was not too bad? I heard that some students did not manage to set their floo up in time.” He said with a frown, thinking upon that lack of organisation that some students had. It was shocking really.
These events were important and Regulus had ensured his early arrival to the grounds so that he would have plenty of time to prepare himself. His person was immaculate as he entered the Travers Hall (fashionably late, so he could have just the right amount of attention without appearing rude). Naturally, he had chosen emerald green robes for the occassion, in a fine silk for the late summer evening. It was beautifully embroidered with silver floral decor on the edges and shimmered in the late light. A faint touching of powdered glass gave his face a glittering affect when it caught the light. This was his kind of scene.
Regulus took a glass of champagne and sipped on it, his dark grey eyes scanning the crowds for someone of note whom he might talk to.
Regulus was nose deep in a book, trying to see if he could figure out anything that had happened the night of the Dean’s Party. Being uninformed was never a good thing and with increasing tensions, Regulus wanted to make sure he knew as much as possible. He felt that it was on his shoulders to help protect the family from potential threats. Currently, he had his nose deep in a book about the history of symbolism in the Magical World. Much like the Death Eaters had taken on green for it’s ties to Salazaar Slytherin (and perhaps the Killing Curse), he suspected that the purple may be a clue.
Sensing a presence, Regulus glanced up to see Pettigrew, one of his brother’s bothersome companions from Hogwarts. He eyed him cooly.
“Can I help you?”
