midnight romeo

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gilded-gilderoy:

“Broken nose?” Gilderoy asked, immediately concerned. Hopefully if any fights broke out tonight they’d stay away from Regulus. The boy would undoubtedly make a crooked nose work but the thought of his boyfriend hurt was uniquely distressing. “I certainly hope no one gets hurt this year. I’d offer to help but,” he gestured to himself, self-depreciating for perhaps the only time in his entire life, “I’m made to look good not fight.”

“No worries, fancypants, I’ve got a spare beaters bat in the closet. If a fight breaks out, I’m sure I can deal with it. My eye is mostly on the ginger asshole in the corner.” His eyes strayed toward Evan, who he was honestly surprised to see in his house. He had decided not to throw him out immediately, but if anything bad happened, he’d be out on his ass, that was for damn sure. “Yes, you do the pretty, empty thing pretty well, don’t you?” A pause, and then he quickly added. “No offence.”

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dwoodisgood:

Dahlia scoffed and counter rolled her eyes at him. “Some people are meant to sing Reginald and some are not. Besides I’m not that sloshed. I have to be sober enough just to observe.” She hadn’t thought he would actually pour the contents of the cup onto his shirt. It sparked a laugh from her, she had assumed he would just walk away to his room to change. That is what she would have done at least. She tries to nonchalantly gawk at his shirtless abdomen.

“Rowena’s Raven are you that used to walking around without a shirt on?”  She snipped playfully at him, but then grunted when she realized the closet was right beside her. “Well what point made you spill your drink? Was it when I mentioned we’re all your date?” Then he mentions he’s trying to cut back, and she can’t help but squint at him inquisitively. “Cutting back? What does that mean exactly? You have three non-dates, friends with benefits, waiting for you in marked room number two?”

“You don’t have to be trashed to get up there, Dee. I bet you’d carry a pretty tune. Come on, sing a song with me, pleeeease.” He even attempted to pout a little, but couldn’t hold it for long before he started laughing too hard. He did catch, however, the gawking at his chest, and for a moment, he might have puffed up just a little. Offering a chuckle, he simply shook his head. “It’s my damn house. If I wanna walk around shirtless, I will. Matter of fact...” Without another word, he tugged the new, clean shirt off as well, slung it over his shoulders to put back on later, when he popped out for a smoke.

“Honestly, you saying just about anything, probably. Surprisingly, you actually kind of funny.” He offered the smallest of shrugs, though when she started prying into his comment about cutting back with a snippy retort, he only rolled his eyes again. “No, actually. I’m actually not planning on hooking up with anyone either. I’m... kind of trying to win Mary back. Though, if that doesn’t work out, for the record, you could always take me up on that offer.” With a smirk, he nodded down toward his bare chest.

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ohplunk:

This year was full of many firsts for Octavius. But this was his second party. At least this time he hadn’t had to make his duck invisible, and even set up one of the bathrooms so the toads could mingle on lily pads he brought back to Reggie’s home from the lake. He had watched people sing, dance, and converse in general. It seemed much more laid back and crowded than the Black Gala. People were dressed more normal. However he didn’t quite understand why there were different parties in general.

Octavius hummed and moved his shaggy golden locks to hide the gills imprinted on the side of his neck. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, and his peers seemed to be enjoying themselves. He wasn’t sure if he liked beer, but that was in one of the cups in his hand. The other cup filled with water, which he had been drinking ore of tonight.  He stares at the beer questionably, and peers down between his legs at the duck staring up at him quacking. “No. I told you not for RDJ.”  Why didn’t the duck ever talk back to Reggie? Why was it always him? “You want water?” He sets is water cup on the ground, and the duck knocks it over within seconds. “Ahh..””

He notices a shadow out of the corner of his eye and turns to his duck daddy partner. “Yes good time. RDJ like this party better. He like the ahh.. lala machine.”

There was something just so ridiculously amusing about watching Octavius and RDJ together, probably because he knew for a fact that he didn’t have as much trouble with their son as Octi seemed to. He offered a small chuckle as he knelt down just long enough to scoop up his buddy, letting the duck settle comfortably in his arms, offering it a little nuzzle, and a little chuckle. “You just love giving Octi a hard time, don’t you?” He muttered softly to the creature, offering only a snort when he only got a quack in return.

Glancing back to Oct, he couldn’t help the way he laughed at his friend’s description of the karaoke machine. “Karaoke. Kair-ree-oh-key. But I bet he does. Like his daddy. Loves being on stage. Huh?” He looked back down at the duck, bouncing him in his arms. “Do you want to perform for everyone, buddy?” 

Glancing back at Oct, he lifted an eyebrow, offering a slight nudge of his shoulder. “Did the bathroom work out well for you? Get everything set up alright? I told mum and dad not to freak if they went in there.” After a slight pause, he offered a small chuckle. “And have you done anything fun yet? I’ve barely seen you since you got here, mate. What’ve you been doing?”

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yourgalgladys:

“Training?” she asked, hitting him on the arm to demonstrate her excitement. He seemed almost sheepish, worried about saying the words aloud but she beamed at him for telling her. “When did they contact you? When did you find out? Reggie oh my god! Are you excited?” She asked, rapid fire, bouncing on her toes and gripping onto his sleeve in a childlike fashion. “Of course, I’ll stock up on all the Falcon gear, start a fan club, it’ll be great.”

Gladys rolled her eyes but laughed nonetheless, enjoying the back and forth they had. It was probably thanks to all that liquid courage she’s been drinking but it might have just resulted in her crass word selection. “Then maybe you weren’t as good as you thought Reggie, I mean can you really be a star up there if someone isn’t throwing you their bra or panties? I don’t think so.”

“They actually... contacted me back in November, gave me until now to decide. And... well, I decided to go for it.” He had decided that putting his own life on hold for other things, other people, that wouldn’t be best for him. Besides, he could play in honor of Julia, who would have been excited that he’d gotten the spot in the first place. “I’m nervous. I dunno, I guess I never thought I’d be pro material, but, well... we’re going to see how it goes, I guess. I’m gonna make sure you have the best seats at at least one game. My number one fan.”

“Of course I can. Come on, Glads, you heard me up there. I was on point. Buuuut...” He offered a sly grin before he reached down and wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up and moving his way through the crowd. “Time to put your money where your mouth is, muffin. Let’s see who the real star here is. And if you blow me off that stage, I will personally bow to you in front of everyone here.”

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Cattermole Karaoke Extravaganza - Reggie Cattermole, showing off again

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dwoodisgood:

Dahlia was always down for observing and eating junk food. It made this corner nook perfection. Her back pressed up against wall, dark eyes scanning the peasants in their drunken stupor. Taking a sip from her cup she stifled a giggle as another sixth year crashed and burned in front of her. Amused at the sight she almost didn’t even notice Reggie had stood beside her. Snickering in the plastic cup as she took a healthy gulp from it. Refocusing her gaze to watch the drunk interactions for those were the easiest of secrets unspoken. For instance se kept an eye on Longbottom for Silas of course, whom happened to be in the arms of Alice.

Hearing the familiar voice, she snapped her mahogany hues onto the older boy. “Hello to you too, Reginald. It’s an alright party so far.” After she spoke her lips lifted into a cheerful grin. “Much more lively than the gala that’s for sure.” Dahlia motioned with the rim of her cup towards the karaoke machine. “Heard you belt out some tunes earlier not bad…I’m obviously not deaf.” She waited for his signature eye roll she always got when he spoke with her. Swiftly taking a look around the room, “Since you invited us all here, do we all count as your date? Trying to break a new record?” Dahlia giggles at her own lame observation, tilting the cup to her lips to down the rest of the contents.  

As hard as he tried to keep his expression neutral, he immediately rolled his eyes at her comment. “Yeah, yeah. Haven’t heard you bust out a tune yet, Dahl. When are you planning to grace that stage with your presence?” He highly doubted she would bite, but it would be funny as hell if she did. Besides, he really needed to stop hogging the stage, he’d already been up there more than pretty much anyone else. Still, he lifted his cup to his lips, started to take a drink, but when she spoke again, he snorted, and his drink ended up all over his shirt. “Son of a--”

In a swift move, he was pulling his shirt off and tossing it into a corner, not entirely paying attention to where it landed. Luckily, he stored spares all around his house, and it wasn’t hard to find one in the closet next to her. “Think you could refrain from making me spill more of my drink? No, you’re not all my date. I don’t have a date. I’m actually trying to cut back, believe it or not.”

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missglenda:

“Well, I mean, it’s still pretty cool, no matter how many parts of it was specifically you,” Glenda shrugged, wondering for a second how much work must have actually gone into getting this party organized and prepared as well as it was. “Is it always this crazy, by the way? I heard you and your family throw a similar party every year and it just seems kind of insane right now, so I imagine it was similar the previous years too? How long have you guys thrown these parties? Where did the family tradition come from? Was the karaoke your idea? Did… I am rambling, aren’t I?” she asked, realizing she’s been kind of just throwing questions at Reggie which he might even not know the answer to, and even if he did, it probably didn’t matter.

She looked over at him in surprise. “You would?” she asked back with a huge grin spreading across her face, getting excited. “I mean, you’re way too good of a singer compared to me, so it would be just way too embarrassing for me, but that is so nice of you to offer, oh gosh! Thank you so much!” she said, throwing her arms around him in a weird motion that the wall behind their back allows them. “You know, I wouldn’t actually take you up on your offer like I said, you’re way too good compared to me,” she added after she pulled back, “you’re way too good, but it’s so nice of you! You kind of made my night! Would you wanna dance some, though? Since we’re not singing? Because dancing is at least as much fun than singing!”

Glenda asked a lot of questions, and Reggie honestly loved it. Maybe because it kept his mind busy, kept him from thinking too hard. “It is always this crazy. We also do a summer party, same thing, just warmer outside. We’ve been throwing them for as long as I can remember, really. I think my parents let it morph into a teenage house party after a while, when Cliff started inviting his friends from school, and now it’s just... a rager every year. Karaoke was actually Fitz’s idea, but I was totally on board.” A pause, and he grinned, leaned in a little. “Never worry about rambling, I don’t mind it at all, okay?”

He snorted a bit when she said she didn’t want to sing with him because he was better than her. He wanted to argue, but he also didn’t want to freak her out, or embarrass her, so he simply shrugged. But then she mentioned dancing, and he was grinning again, reaching out to take her hand and spin her around. “Come on then, let’s show everyone here how great our moves are.”

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yourgalgladys:

She furrowed her brows when his finger came down to her mouth to shush her but she laughed at the action. It was sweet of him to offer something that felt so extravagant to Gladys. She was definitely spoiled by him but there was part of her that had hoped he would have been spoiling another lady in his life, which made her wonder if Mary had arrived to the party yet. “You’re far too sweet to me Reggie. Let me just clear up my schedule and see where I can fit a wonderful trip to the land of the dragons and we’ll be all set.”

Gladys playfully rolled her eyes at him, dramatically shaking her head at him as he pointed out across the crowd. “They’ll be way too distracted by my amazing Sandy Olsson actually. Now come on put your money where your mouth is Cattermole.” she replied, pulling his arm from around her shoulder and pulling him along to get them in on the karaoke action.

“So long as it’s before the end of July. That’s when I... start training.” A small hesitation, almost a fear that if he told someone, he was going to jinx it, that the offer was suddenly going to disappear. But of everyone, there were two people he knew he had to tell. And Gladys was one of them. So he shifted from foot to foot for a moment, finally looked at her, and offered a small grin. “Which means that next year, you’re going to have to walk around repping the Falcons around Hogwarts, in support.”

Her display of dramatics made him laugh, and he shook his head. “Did you see my Queen? They ate it up. Hell, I’m surprised there weren’t girls throwing their underwear at me.” He shot her a wink, but allowed her to drag him along. “Hope you’re ready to eat humble pie, Glads.”

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marlenemcknncn:

‘‘Glad to see you’re such a gracious host. Providing the booze and the music is always a good place to start on the front of being good host.’‘ Marlene followed his gaze around the room looking at all the fellow party goers, letting out a lagh at the boy failing to pull and looking defeated after. ‘‘Plus it’s always fun to see people striking out.’‘ she admitted giving Reggie a coy smile. 

‘‘Oh I don’t know, public singing isn’t exactly my forte, in a group maybe but I’m definitely not a solo artist.’‘ She raised an eyebrow in his direction. ‘‘Though, however, I do have to ask. What’s going on with you and my best friend?’‘ Marlene folded her arms across her chest. 

“It’s a bit of a shame, really. Watching people strike out. Considering it’s supposed to be a fun party. Fun isn’t really fun unless there are at least three hookups that people regret tomorrow, right?” Reggie, for all of his posturing and swaggering around, had actually turned down a couple of offers from some extremely lovely people. Not exactly like him, sure, but as his eyes scanned the crowd, they landed on a head of brown hair, a pretty laughing girl.

And it seemed that Marlene was reading his mind, because she spoke again, and he lifted an eyebrow, twisted to look at the girl for a moment before offering a simple shrug. “Not sure what you mean, but my assumption is that she’s already told you what happened, so you’re either gearing up to kick my ass, or you’ve got an opinion. So out with it, McKinnon.”

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marlenemcknncn:

The party was great, Marlene had really missed actually being around her friends. As much as her Christmas has been amazing at home with her siblings and her parents but actually being able to properly let her hair down made her feel great, plus hanging around with friends was always way better than hanging with her family anyway and where better to let loose than at one of Reggie’s parties. 

Marlene had been helping herself to the good whisky all night, she’d worked her way though her own supply pretty quickly and moved onto Reggie’s. Marlene had made her rounds, catching up on all the news and gossip that had amassed over Christmas. 

Marlene was leaning against the wall, looking over the crowd of people as she nursed her drink. She raised an eyebrow at Reggie as he walked up to her; ‘’So much fun. How about yourself? Enjoying the festivities?’’

“I’m always enjoying myself so long as everyone else is. My job is to make sure everyone else is having a good time.” His arm swept across the room, indicating the party, still loudly bumping around them, as he found a place against the wall to let his back settle and folded his arms lightly across his chest. Eyes scanned the room, a couple in the corner getting up and disappearing down the hall, a boy striking out with a girl even after all that liquid courage, a group of girls giggling in the corner. This was definitely a good party. So far, no major fights, nothing crazy had happened.

“Did you plan to grace the karaoke stage? Or were you going to watch from the sidelines?” He offered the question with a bit of a smirk, leaning over to be heard over the crowd. In all fairness, with his whole Mary situation, he had no idea where he stood with Marlene, but she seemed pleasant enough.

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missglenda:

Glenda really loved dancing.She usually didn’t do it among such a big crowd, just behind the closed door of her own room or sometimes in the dormitory when nobody really was around to see how big of a dork she was and how much of an idiot she looked when she was just jumping around the room, moving her hips side to side, completely wrapped up in the music. But the firewhiskey she drank kind of solved that.

She couldn’t tell how many songs she dances through, she lost count pretty fast, but she only stopped when she felt like her feet were going to give out from under her. She pushed herself through the crowd to the side of the dance floor and with her back against the wall, she slid down onto the floor.

She didn’t notice she managed to sit down next to Reggie until he spoke and she grinned up at him. “Lots of fun, yeah. You throw really good parties, you know? And you kind of have a really good voice, I heard your karaoke with Gladys.”

Reggie didn’t much care for the height difference, with Glenda on the floor and him towering above her. It felt strange, it felt weird and wrong, and he was quick to slide down the wall himself, to seclude himself in this sitting place with her, at the edge of the crowd so that they could chat face to face, and not with a weird height difference making it feel awkward. Still, he laughed when she complimented him, twice no less, and offered a quick shake of his head, brushing it off. “Nah, my family throws a really good party. I’m only a small piece of it.”

As far as his singing voice, sure he felt a little bit of pride in it, he enjoyed entertaining, but it didn’t stop him from heating up a little. Grateful that it was a dark room, because Reggie didn’t blush, it just wasn’t who he was. “Well thanks. Are you gonna grace us with a song, too? I’d even offer to sing one with you, if you wanted.”

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yourgalgladys:

The offer of taking her along to Romania was a surprise and Gladys stared at him with eyes wide and jaw dropped. It would be like a dream come true for her. After the amount of times she’s read up on dragons and still didn’t even know half the information there was to learn, getting to see one up close in personal would be thrilling. “You don’t have to do that Reggie, I mean I’m considering it but taking me to Romania would just be insane. I’d get to see a real life dragon that could probably swallow me whole or-or crush me with only a single toe. Plus you’d have to listen to me go on like this the entire time we’re there” she rambled on, giddy about the idea but didn’t want to put him out.

“Uhm, excuse me?” she asked him, pressing her hand against her chest, feigning shock. “No, no honey. There’s no way you’re upstaging me. You may have a cute face and your singing is wonderful but I think we all know who is coming out on top here.” She replied, pointing to herself and shaking her hips with a little laugh. Even though she knew in a duet there was a team effort and not a competition she was still going to win.

Reggie listening to her rambling on, and his grin only grew the more she went on. Of course, it was probably a weird proposition for him to make, an offer to just whisk her out of the country. But it was in the interest of learning, and it was in the interest of showing her something that it was clear she really wanted to see, up close and personal. But she was worried about putting him out, and as true as that statement could be, he simply shook his head, reached down to lightly press a finger against her lips. “Shhhh, no more rambling. You’ve just made up my mind for me. You and me, a few days in Romania, meeting the dragons. Cliff will absolutely adore you and your excited spirit.”

He let out a laugh when she started in on him and his comment about upstaging her. He couldn’t help but be just a little bit competitive, it was his party, after all, and he wanted to be the life of it. His arm wrapped around her shoulder as he motioned to the crowd. “Sorry, pretty girl, but all of them... they’re gonna be rooting for me, and my awesome Danny Zuko.”

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itsmefrank:

           “Fun parents? Well no doubt they are more rad than mine. I’m pretty sure my mum would be nagging someone bout not wearing socks or you know looking shaggy. Blimey  probably even hex someone near the punchbowl with alcohol” Frank laughed as the mental image started to dauntingly dangle in his mind. He shouldn’t have been amused by his parents being duds, but h was in this instance. Maybe it was the fault of the buzz he felt,but no mater he was entirely enjoying himself. The condoms scattered everywhere made him a bit uncomfortable. Because all he could think about was Dom’s warning about drinking, wands, and out comes babies.

His brain lingered and teased him a minute. Alice was here. But Alice was taken Merlin’s beard. Frank turned himself to face Reggie lifting both his brows curiously. “I suppose I’m flying stag too. I don’t really date. I mean I went on one date, so I guess I date. I just haven’t dated here.” He clears his throat to stop his constant babbling. “Oh you are..with Octavius? Sorry did you say son?” He asked wondering if he had hear Reggie incorrectly. Two men and a baby at Hogwarts? That sounded like someone’s worst nightmare. Trying to juggle Hogwarts and a baby. “Oh right working the room.I..I.. told a bad joke to Annie, ad danced with Alice. Does that count?”

“I think that their philosophy is that teenagers are going to be reckless and impulsive, but as long as they’re reckless and impulsive with adults nearby, it’s safer.” It wasn’t necessarily a bad way to look at things, and he greatly appreciated his parents and they way they did things. Fun parents, but they knew when to step in, knew when things were going too far and how to tame the wild. And he appreciate it. They didn’t micromanage, they didn’t hover, but they knew how to take care of him, of his brothers, of their friends. They could take care of an entire party of people, make sure that, at least for the most part, people were safe. 

Reggie could only laugh, shake his head a bit. “Woah, mate. Slow down there. One whole date.” Then again, Reggie was the king of going on one date with someone, or skipping the date all together. He’d been in one serious relationship, and he’s screwed that up. “Nah, I’m not with Octavius. Not with with, anyway. He’s my best mate, and we have a pet duck that is our son.” It was kind of a weird situation when he said it, but he laughed anyway. He loved that damn duck. Hell, he loved Octi, too. He wasn’t kidding when he called the other boy his best friend. “Ah, cute mute chick. Love that girl, she’s a whirlwind. And Alice. Very pretty girl. Didn’t think you were much of a dancer, though.”

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gilded-gilderoy:

“Well, you’re definitely succeeding.” Gilderoy said, following Reggie’s eyes around the room out of habit. He’d grown accustomed to looking wherever other’s did, made it easier to keep the flow of conversation from stalling. 

As far as he could tell, he wasn’t keeping Reginald from anything at the moment but he had a slight pang of worry about intruding. Maybe Reginald had come over here for a break and Gilderoy had interrupted. No one looked back fondly on those sorts of memories, and Gil was in the ‘fond memories only’ business. “I’m sorry, I’ve not interrupted have I? You look like you’ve got something on the mind and I’d hate to interrupt.”

Manners. It was something his mother had always taught him to have, especially with house guests. Technically, everyone here was his house guest and he should be showing the utmost respect and manners. But in all fairness, he hadn’t exactly been rude to Gil. Maybe a little short, but not outright rude. Still, he could hear his mother chiding him in his head and he offered a quick sigh, shaking his head a bit. “No, you’re not interrupting anything. Guess I’m just keeping an eye on things, making sure nothing goes south. This many people in a house, someone is sure to do something that pisses someone off. If a fight breaks out, I have to make sure I break it up quick. Last year someone ended up with a broken nose.” That someone had technically been him, but was anyone really keeping track?

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mcrymac:

What were you supposed to do when your ex-boyfriend dedicated an emotionally charged song to you, on stage, in front of everyone? Mary swallowed down whatever the proper word to describe such an emotion was, meeting Reginald’s eyes. She mimicking the motion, reaching up to carefully run a finger through her silky waves. She wasn’t sure how to feel about anything. She was in a very strange place. Listening to him sing made her miss him even more, but it also confused the ever-loving hell out of her. The last time they saw one another, he’d given her a necklace, kissed her, said they couldn’t do that anymore, and left for Romania.

Since then she’d endured different things–a mistaken letter to the very person he cheated on her with, a surprise visit from Mulciber, a mistake in taking pills she should have thrown out. She was a mess, she realized, even if she looked put together. The honest answer to his question wasn’t no, but it wasn’t yes either. “Hi, Reggie.” She answered, stepping closer to him. “That was..a good song.” She offered, “The party is fine.” She added, uncertain how else to answer that.

God, this was awkward as hell. It would be the perfect opportunity to slip off into the crowd, disappear, find someone else or somewhere to hide. This was his house, after all. He knew every nook and cranny of the place, knew all the best places to hide. But that... well fuck, that wasn’t the way to handle this particular situation, was it? He couldn’t just hide himself away all the time. He had to face his problems eventually, even if he really, really, really didn’t want to. Especially not right now. But at the very least, he owed her something, didn’t he? Especially after that move he’d just pulled. She hadn’t asked to be put on the spot like that, either.

And they really did need to talk.

A sigh left him as he took a step closer, eyes roaming around the room for a moment before they landed on her. “Do you want to... go talk. We should probably go talk.” A pause, and in a moment of panic he added. “I have a duck. You should meet him. Great duck he is. He’s wandering around here somewhere with Octavius. I bet he’ll love you. And... Yeah...”

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yourgalgladys:

She squealed happily as he picked her up and spun her around, trying to hold on tightly to her drink though some of it still managed to spill onto the floor. She missed Reginald so much, not getting to see him around the castle was probably the worst part of the entire break. Gladys stumbled back a bit when he set her down because intoxication and spinning were not a good combination. “You’re Gladys, I’m Gladys and I missed you so much.” 

“Look, if I were in Cliff’s position I would probably choose dragons over a house party. But unfortunately I don’t get to hang out with dragons all day long so I had to come here.” she quipped, enjoying being here and getting to see her friends but she couldn’t deny being with dragons probably would have been a great way to spend the night. 

Gladys gasped dramatically at the suggestion, using her hand to cover her mouth as she thought about the offer. Not like she needed to even consider it though, any chance to sing and especially with Reginald, she was game. “Can we? Yes please! We also gotta do You’re The One That I Want that one is my favourite.” she playfully begged, pouting at him as if he would say no to her.

There was something extremely touching about Gladys words. Hearing that someone actually missed him, hearing that it wasn’t some kind of blessing that he was gone for a bit. Hell, especially coming from Gladys, who he would probably call one of the best friends he had ever had in his life. She even took his lame ass joke in stride, and shot one back his way. Great gal, this one. “I missed you, too, muffin.” Without a thought, he pulled her in again, pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“Cliff spends too much time with those damn dragons, I swear. He needs to spend some quality time with real people, human people.” His eyes scanned the room again, the party, the people, the fun. It was a great time, and he honestly felt like his brother was missing out. Then again, cool job, cool people. He completely understood. “You know, if you want to hang out with some dragons over the summer, I could take you on a trip with me to Romania.”

That could be a fun trip. Gladys talking his ear off the whole time, getting to introduce her to Squirt. He offered a grin, almost said something else, but she was speaking again, and her excitement and her playful little begging stopped him in his tracks, made him chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want, puddin’ pop. But don’t get too jealous when I totally upstage you. Dunno if you noticed, but I’m pretty great at karaoke.”

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rcgulusxarcturus:

“That’s why you’re being my lookout, isn’t it?” Regulus returns the smile, sure no one would dare push him out a window. He’s much too pretty for anyone to resort to such crude things– and that’s without considering the fallout that would come if anyone dared touch a Black. 

He puts out the cigarette nonetheless– it was almost done anyways– and flicks it out the window, hopping down from his perch. “Just my face?” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “You happen to know the rest of me is just as pretty, I’m honestly insulted.”

“Against my mother? No way, man. You’re on your own on that one.” If Reggie was afraid of anyone in the world, he was afraid of Margret Cattermole. The woman was the picture of nice, sweet, warm and welcoming, until someone made her mad. And Reggie, on numerous occasions, had made her mad enough to know that he never wanted to go toe to toe with her again.

Reggie’s hand comes out almost like an instinct, in case he stumbles coming down, but he quickly withdraws it, arms folding over his chest. “I feel that now would be a perfect time to inform you that you look very nice tonight. Does that make it all better?”