Regulus Arcturus Black

Fifth Year. Slytherin. Pureblood. { Written by Nimue for PetrifyHQ }

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Regulus downed the remainder of his Daisyroot Draught and eyed the bottom of his empty goblet, which was not the ideal view. Making his way through the vibrantly coloured robes and somewhat drunken laughter, he arrived at the refreshment table. Sifting through the various types of liquor, he eventually grasped the bottle he’d been searching for and refilled his drink.

Taking a long swig, he looked around for a new source of entertainment. Fortunately, he found one rather quickly in the form of a person nearby. Taking in their masque outfit, he eventually frowned. “For the life of me, I cannot figure what you’re supposed to be.”

a l i c e !

the ravenclaw turned as a voice met her ears. it could have been for anyone; the question. but, for some reason, she just knew it was for her. and really, it was entirely appropriate. she’d gone with a concept, obscure in it’s beginning ( for most ) and it had slightly ( perhaps more than ) gotten away from her. she couldn’t help the awkward smile that claimed her lips.

“not the first time i’ve heard that tonight,” she admitted. “i think this was a swing and a miss,” she also admitted. she took a moment to look down at her outfit. she did like it. it was expressive, and flattering. but it wasn’t impressive like some of the other’s out in the hall. “i’m the magician from major arcana. tarot. a red cloak, white clothing, infinity symbol, the four elements…” she trailed off, but as she had spoken she’d pointed to the parts of her outfit which meant it. her bracelets which had the infinity symbol, her stacked rings each with the rune for their elements. 

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“I wouldn’t call it a miss.” Regulus ran his eyes over the outfit again as she gestured to the different symbols. Divination was one of his favourite subjects, and was thus quite familiar with it, though he couldn’t say he was actually skilled in the practise. He was more of an enthusiastic observer.

“I’ve always been a fan of creativity. Not so much with clothing, but it’s not like I’m an expert on the matter... Think you’re missing some roses, though. If I remember correctly, there’s a bunch of them on the card. At least, I assume they’re roses. What’s the white flower on your mouth supposed to be?”

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Regulus hardly considered himself the most mature person, but nonetheless, the childish joke gave him a start. Staring blankly at the man, he then looked him over in disbelief. He’d thought he was talking to a twenty-something, not an eight-year-old.

“Clearly, you didn’t do enough research,” he said dryly. “My mother’s far less hairy and quite a bit more mean. You would’ve been better off going as a venomous spider. Then again, her bite would probably hurt as much as a wolf’s… I give it a three out of ten. Better luck next time.”

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doc !!

               “   far  less  hairy   ?   i’d  beg  to  differ   .   ”   his  dark  eyes  flashed  impishly   ,   though  not  dangerously   .   he  was  amused     if  not  by  the  childishness  of  his  initial  response   ,   then  certainly  by  the  annoyed  reaction  of  the  man  beside  him   .   “   now  see   ,   ”   he  started  before  the  other  could  continue   ,    “  if  ya  knew  i  was  a  wolf   ,   then  why’d  ya  ask   ?   …   i’m  beginning  to  think  you  just  wanted  a  reason  to  say  hi  .   ”       

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“Now see, I asked what you came as and you decided not to tell me. So, I was forced to make an educated assumption. Not to mention, I was bored and you were nearby.” He laughed a little. “But you’re free to think as you please.” Regulus finished off his goblet and scoped out the table for something else to drink. Going for the Elderflower wine, he refilled his drink.

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“Never heard of her.” Regulus sipped his drink, eyeing the vines winding around her. Their movements reminded him distinctly of Devil’s Snare, though he highly doubted anyone was thick enough to make that part of their costume. At least, he hoped. “If I were you, I’d be worried about those strangling me. Seems like they’ve got a mind of their own.”

“Honestly I have so very many comics in my dorm if you were to ever be interested. They’re quite good reads.” she said with a small grin. She laughed a bit as he spoke of the moving vines. She knew what they could look like and truth be told she had thought about some spells she might be able to use to control Devil’s Snare to work in her costume but none of it worked well enough. “No worries. They are friendly little Flitterbloom. I thought of enchanting lights into the costume to keep control of Devil’s Snare but it was too much worry for not enough reward if it got out of control and did something to someone else.” She looked him over a bit. “If you don’t mind me asking what did you come as.”

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“I’d be interested,” he shrugged a little. He would’ve been happy to leave it at that, but the Daisyroot Draught was going to his head, so he quietly added: “Don’t tell anyone, but half of what I read are comics charmed to look like books.”

Regulus nodded as she explained her outfit. “Well, if Poison Ivy is the villain, perhaps it would’ve been more fitting to be the villain and wear Devil’s Snare. Not that I’m complaining, I quite like being able to breathe.” He gave a small smile. “You can’t tell? And here I thought this cheap, last minute panther costume was working wonders.”

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Regulus downed the remainder of his Daisyroot Draught and eyed the bottom of his empty goblet, which was not the ideal view. Making his way through the vibrantly coloured robes and somewhat drunken laughter, he arrived at the refreshment table. Sifting through the various types of liquor, he eventually grasped the bottle he’d been searching for and refilled his drink.

Taking a long swig, he looked around for a new source of entertainment. Fortunately, he found one rather quickly in the form of a person nearby. Taking in their masque outfit, he eventually frowned. “For the life of me, I cannot figure what you’re supposed to be.”

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immy !!

              the  beautiful  witch  turned  her  head  slightly   ,   the  rest  of  her  body  remaining  still  as  she  scrutinized  the  boy  beside  her   .   she  couldn’t  see  his  face   ,   but  she  was  willing  to  bet  he  was  handsome   .   well  spoken  too   .   perhaps  too  well  spoken  for  such  a  party   ,   therefore  suggesting  a  pureblood  status   .   “   demon  queen   ,   ”   she  admitted  with  a  sly  smile   ,   learning  forward  as  if  to  reveal  a  secret   .   “  though  if  I’m  being  honest   ,   i  just  wanted  a  reason  to  wear  the  horns  .   ” 

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Regulus cocked his head, taking another once-over of her outfit. He supposed it made sense, though he did wonder whether the ensemble was a true depiction of her personality, or if it was how she wanted to be perceived. Then again, perhaps it was merely a last second idea. He doubted it was the latter. “Just had the horns lying around, did you? Been waiting for a special occasion to use them?”

[regulusacturusblackk]

Regulus downed the remainder of his Daisyroot Draught and eyed the bottom of his empty goblet, which was not the ideal view. Making his way through the vibrantly coloured robes and somewhat drunken laughter, he arrived at the refreshment table. Sifting through the various types of liquor, he eventually grasped the bottle he’d been searching for and refilled his drink.

Taking a long swig, he looked around for a new source of entertainment. Fortunately, he found one rather quickly in the form of a person nearby. Taking in their masque outfit, he eventually frowned. “For the life of me, I cannot figure what you’re supposed to be.”

[frgttnx]

doc !!

              a  groan  shuddered  inside  him   ,   the  same  way  it  did  whenever  his  parents  ran  into  someone  they  knew  and  doc  had  to  fulfill  his  familial  duty  and  play  nice   .   he  came  to  the  party   ,   dyed  hair  and  all   ,   with  the  full  intention  of  being  someone  else                but  being  someone  else  was  difficult  when  he  was  asked  what  he  was  dressed  as   ….    when  he  was  clearly  wearing  a  god’s  honest  wolf  mask   .  even  then   ,   he  believed  in  himself   .   believed  he  could  be  an  adult  who  didn’t  fall  into  familiar  yo  mama  joke  territory   .   “   your  mum   ,   ”   he  replied  almost  immediately   .   oops   .

[regulusacturusblackk]

Regulus hardly considered himself the most mature person, but nonetheless, the childish joke gave him a start. Staring blankly at the man, he then looked him over in disbelief. He’d thought he was talking to a twenty-something, not an eight-year-old.

“Clearly, you didn’t do enough research,” he said dryly. “My mother’s far less hairy and quite a bit more mean. You would’ve been better off going as a venomous spider. Then again, her bite would probably hurt as much as a wolf’s... I give it a three out of ten. Better luck next time.”

[regulusacturusblackk]

Regulus downed the remainder of his Daisyroot Draught and eyed the bottom of his empty goblet, which was not the ideal view. Making his way through the vibrantly coloured robes and somewhat drunken laughter, he arrived at the refreshment table. Sifting through the various types of liquor, he eventually grasped the bottle he’d been searching for and refilled his drink.

Taking a long swig, he looked around for a new source of entertainment. Fortunately, he found one rather quickly in the form of a person nearby. Taking in their masque outfit, he eventually frowned. “For the life of me, I cannot figure what you’re supposed to be.”

[amortentiaxpotion]

Violet had been a little out of her element not having thought about a drink she was handed earlier. The girl hadn’t had much to eat so even a few sips of the heavily spiked punch made her a little more loose than she normally would be. She jumped though at being addressed and smiled brightly. “It’s a muggle comic book villain.” she said simply messing with the moving vines that crawled there way around her waist wanting some attention. “Poison Ivy. She controls plants.” 

[regulusacturusblackk]

“Never heard of her.” Regulus sipped his drink, eyeing the vines winding around her. Their movements reminded him distinctly of Devil’s Snare, though he highly doubted anyone was thick enough to make that part of their costume. At least, he hoped. “If I were you, I’d be worried about those strangling me. Seems like they’ve got a mind of their own.”

[regulusacturusblackk]

Regulus downed the remainder of his Daisyroot Draught and eyed the bottom of his empty goblet, which was not the ideal view. Making his way through the vibrantly coloured robes and somewhat drunken laughter, he arrived at the refreshment table. Sifting through the various types of liquor, he eventually grasped the bottle he’d been searching for and refilled his drink.

Taking a long swig, he looked around for a new source of entertainment. Fortunately, he found one rather quickly in the form of a person nearby. Taking in their masque outfit, he eventually frowned. “For the life of me, I cannot figure what you’re supposed to be.”

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( Timothee Chalamet, Twenty, Cis Man - He / Him ) hey, is that REGULUS BLACK wandering the halls without a companion? the FIFTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the SLYTHERIN was always more astute, courteous, & level-headed. but then they are also known to be secretive, haughty, & vengeful, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE KNIGHTS? rumors fly when people are cooped up.  here, I’ll show you — REGULUS always reminded me of foggy mornings, sly smiles, the scent of old parchment, spilt wine, stepping into a dark-wooded home, bitter laughter, the sensation of emptiness when you’re alone after spending the day with your favorite person, blackberry winters, and being woken up in the middle of the night by a thunderstorm shaking the house. and I’ve heard HE IS PLANNING TO MURDER HIS PARENTS IN COLD BLOOD. let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do. ( Nimue, twenty-four, Mountain, She / Her )

DETAILS

Birthday: October 25th (Scorpio)

Family: Mother is Walburga. Father is Orion. Brother is Sirius. Innumerable cousins.

Boggart: Walburga with a wicked-looking wand in her hand.

Patronus: Non-corporeal.

Amortentia: Earl Grey tea, mountain air, amber perfume, the Ancient Runes classroom, herbal apothecaries.

Wand: Blackthorn, dragon heartstring, eleven inches, reasonably supple.

HEADCANONS (TW: Child abuse)

One: Regulus is not easily driven to violence, but somewhere around the age of seventeen, he decided that he was going to murder his parents one day. It wasn’t like they were trying very hard not to murder him; one of Walburga’s stray hexes had sliced open his collarbone, and if he hadn’t tried to dodge the spell, she probably would’ve slit his throat. As soon as he figures out how to get away with murder, he is going to do so. He has no idea how this became public knowledge.

Two: Initially, he joined the Knights of Walpurgis to please his parents. As time went on, he realised that he has less in common with the group than he previously thought. Even so, he has little desire and incentive to leave, seeing as he adores the Dark Arts and feeling like he has some semblance of control over his life.

Three: Regulus's secret sore spot is Sirius. Nothing can rile him up or toss him into the undertow of a nasty mood like his brother. That being said, the only person he will tolerate calling him Reg or Reggie is Sirius... It’s a complicated relationship.

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