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Regulus Black. the youngest. the prodigy. the good son. the villain. the boy with the black heart. poison in his veins. dangerous. damaged. dark.

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Meals in the Great Hall had become something to be avoided, too many people, too much noise. It was early enough in the morning though that he was hoping to miss the true crowd and he wouldn’t be sitting down to eat. He’d grab a few of scones and make a run for it back to his dorm. He planned to be out in public as little as possible today. It was going to be a bad day, he could tell. The ache at his temples, and just behind his eyes, one of the warning signs.

Rubbing the pale expanse of his arm, thinking idly about what had nearly been there, about what would have been there, he turned the corner. He couldn’t decide yet how he felt about the Dark Lord’s death. It changed some of his preconceived notions about who had orchestrated the time event. Was there another Dark Arts practitioner cleaning up the field? Would there be a follow up move? If this person began accruing followers as the dark Lord had, would Regulus join?

In his own time, the answer would have been easy. The Blacks stood with power. Well, most of them did, he was forcibly reminded of as he glimpsed his brother coming down the stairs. His hands tensed at his side, hoping Sirius would let him pass without comment. It was futile wish, neither of them had ever been good at resisting antagonizing the other. @ofmotorcycles

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Pausing minutely at the sound of the door opening, Regulus turned only slightly to give himself a better angle to see the intruder. Only someone with a curiosity in the Dark Arts would have been able to open the door. He continued to pass the cloud of dark energy around the room, reveling in the silky feel of the magic. Perfect control was important. If you couldn’t control a spell alone, in training, there was no way you could trust yourself to use in battle or a duel. A hard-earned lesson from his father, every lesson with him was hard-earned. The slip in his thoughts had the spell wavering for a fraction of a moment before he re-focused. 

From the corner of his eye, he watched the other boy. Dolohov hadn’t struck Regulus as the type for children the couple times he met the other man. But then, Regulus knew no pureblood was exempt from the pressures to continue their pure bloodline. As far as he’d been able to surmise, the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Roxas could be everything his father was. He would need some tutelage, the same way Antonin had assisted Regulus. 

“You father liked this hex. The Nightmare hex, truly horrific. Are you familiar with it?” Regulus asked, back still half turned away from the boy. @roxcsdolohov

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Both Severus and Regulus having gotten along relatively well before the time travel incident, they now had more in common than before. Both betraying the Dark Lord. Both doing the same things in order to search for answers. Both being intelligent individuals who usually worked alone but probably worked best together. And he was right, Regulus had inquired if Severus’ future self had left anything behind, and he thought about it before answering. He had wondered before if future-Severus had written anything about what had happened within the last few decades. If there was anything at all that could help alleviate the questions he had bubbling inside his head. He wasn’t sure, if there was anything at all, that he would allow Regulus to read it all. Granted, they wouldn’t exactly be this Severus’ as the events hadn’t reached him yet, but they were still personal. If Severus had left anything at all like that, it would still disclose information that he wouldn’t want anyone to know. “Anything would have been left at my future self’s house, but obviously I can’t just leave and go look. But there’s bound to be something there. But we don’t have time to wait until summer break to figure things out, and we can’t exactly break out of here. And I’m sure Slughorn had everything cleared out of the office. So, unfortunately, I have nothing besides to tell you that the books here are absolutely worthless. Unless you have a way out of here, then I might have some information to give.”

He watched silently as only the barest flicker of emotions passed over Severus’ face. This was familiar, at least, any conversation between them tended to be full of pauses, seeing as they were of the few that knew how to think before they spoke, unlike all those brash Gryffindors. It was only a guess, an educated one, but Regulus could imagine what had given Severus pause. Regulus would have closely guarded the inner workings of any version of himself as well. Neither of them were people who got comfort from being known. Regardless, he was disappointed by the answer.

Grinding his teeth together in frustration, Regulus shook his head. “The passageways out of the castle are all common knowledge now. And were both known death eaters in the future-I’m sure were being watched. I wouldn’t put it past the Ministry tossing us in Azkaban for just leaving school grounds.”

Leaning back on his chair, he stared up at the expanse of the ceiling, blinking away his exhaustion. “I would feel better if I knew, at least, the permanence of this incidence. How do we know we won’t back in ‘78 tomorrow? To deal with everything we know now or worse back with no memories, doomed to repeat our mistakes. Or,” he dropped his head back down to stare at Severus, “are we stranded here forever. Which would not be the worse thing. There is a certain measure of freedom here that was lacking in our time.” His parents were long dead here, something he had wished for so fervently in the privacy of his thoughts.

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  Marcus didn’t miss the way that fingers twitched around wand, took a moment to reassess the boy in front of him, calculating possible spell trajectories and blocking methods in a way that was completely separate to the way that he spoke. His reflexes were quick enough that drawing his own wand from where it resided in its wrist holster would take only seconds. Risk assessment, something he’d learned to run in his head quickly during Quidditch games as a student, honed to precision at the dragon enclosures to divert disaster if it occurred or alter strategy as necessary. “Yes, very familiar. You wouldn’t have heard me, I’m used to moving quietly,” he said. “There are things deeper in best left undisturbed, even during daylight hours. Simply because they prefer not to wake doesn’t mean that they can’t, I’ve found.” That, at least, was true enough.

  Tilting his head at the boy, it wasn’t difficult to conclude that this was one of the students from 1978, and there weren’t many Slytherins on that list. “I could take a passable guess at who you are, I think. And I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He flicked coolly composed green eyes briefly to Regulus’ wand, making his meaning unmistakably clear. “I’m assuming you didn’t come to the Forest for a delightful outdoor stroll,” Marcus observed with a slight curve to his lips. “I’m Professor Flint. I’m here because I teach Care of Magical Creatures and I look in at intervals during the day and night. Does that clear things up for you?” And it still feels strange using that as a method of introduction.

Narrowing his eyes at the boy’s confirmed familiarity with the Forest, all Regulus could think of was that this could be his solution. If he played it right, which had never been his strong suit. “I can only begin to imagine. I’m smart enough to know that this is as far into the Forest as I can handle,” he admitted. Mother always said compliment’s were the best way to earn favor. Another lesson, he’d never gotten the hang of.

Fingers tightened again around his wand, something vile rising in him at the other’s implication, a voice like his father’s whispering a list of hexes that would have the other man kneeling at his feet, suffering. Narcissa had spent years teaching him the best advice he knew- “Ignore any instinct that rings of them, Reg.” He sighed, loosening his grip on the wand, shifting to a deliberately more relaxed stance. It was the best he could manage. He was rewarded a moment later when the man introduced himself as the Care of Magical Creatures professor. Luck was turning in his direction, at long last.

“Yes, that answers many of my questions. In fact, you’re just the person I need then,” he said slowly, tucking his wand into the holster at his waist. A chess move rather than an actual show of trust. “As I assume you surmised, I’m Regulus Black. I’m doing some research into time travel and I’m need of Acromantula silk for a potion. I imagine that’s something you may be able to help me with.” He resisted the automatic shiver of revulsion that came from asking anyone for help and added silkily, “I could make it worth your while.”

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Finally spotting the wizard that they had been searching for all day, Severus almost breathed out an audible sigh of relief. He had combed through the library, but either Severus just missed the familiar pile of books that was like his own the other day or Regulus hadn’t found his way to the library yet. Either way, Severus had found who he was looking for, and he was bound and determined to figure out something soon. Who better to solve the mystery of what brought them to the year 1999, than them? “Regulus,” Severus started as he took a seat in front of the other man, ignoring the fact that Regulus was obviously pushing his way through as much information as he could not wanting to be bothered, “Two smart minds are better than one, don’t you agree? Also, there isn’t anything useful to be found in these books. I’ve already checked.”

At the sound of Severus’ voice, Regulus didn’t even bothered lifting his eyes from the page of his book. It might have seemed rude to others but he knew Severus would understand it as the sign of trust it was. Although with what he knew of Severus’ future as a spy, could he really be trusted? It wasn’t a thought worth much though considering what he supposedly would do. They both betrayed the Dark Lord, the question was would they do it again. Regulus would feel better if he understood why he’d done it. He looked up as the other sat down, dismissing his pile of books, a frown twisting his features. He was right but this was what Regulus knew best. “All right, Sev, tell me what I should be doing then? Actually...” he paused, quill tapping against his lip, thoughts spiraling, “that’s a thought. Did the future version of yourself leave anything worthwhile behind? A more informative, less biased account of the war. Anything?”

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  Despite the fact that the weather was slowly growing milder with the onset of spring, there was still a cold bite to the air when Marcus went to do his usual rounds near the Forbidden Forest. It was a habit of his to check in just before nightfall, and the light was slowly fading from the sky. He checked in habitually as well after dinner, once it was dark and before he settled for the evening. As he moved through the close cover of the trees, his passage was quiet, avoiding the breakage of old branches and underfoot. Every now and then, stray Thestrals wandering away from the herd emerged to watch him pass, something that he was used to by now, and he exchanged a polite nod with one of the centaurs when they came face to face. Before emerging from the undergrowth, he halted just out of sight as he saw a pair of feet. Instinctively, Marcus’ hand went to his wand, fingers closing around the well-worn wood, but he didn’t draw when he saw familiar black robes and a green tie. A Slytherin out here?

   Deciding to take his chances (still on school grounds), Marcus stepped out. “Evening,” he said, an inquiring, cautious note to his voice. “Can I help you with something? I don’t think we’ve met before.” He studied the features of the boy in front of him, and even though he didn’t recognise him directly, there was a certain familiarity there just the same. @regulusarcturusblackk​

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If he strained his eyes, Regulus could still see the entrance of the Forest. He was not nearly deep enough to find what he was looking for. All the same he was as far as he was capable of going alone. The creatures that lurked in here were beyond his limited knowledge. It’d be a shame to have wound up in the future only to die even earlier than he would have. Severus would probably help him or they could always steal the silk from Slughorn’s stores. The Professor seemed to like him a lot less now then he had only weeks ago in 1978; it was sad the disrespect the House of Black had fallen into. They would have to fix that now.

Turning, he mentally prepared himself for the trek back to the castle. He really didn’t want to run into anymore Threstrals. He hated the way they looked at him, through him, as if they knew how he’d come to be able to see them. He barely avoided shooting off a curse when a man stepped out from the trees. Regulus hadn’t heard him, at all. He tried to think back, to search his brain, for sounds, footsteps against leaves, branches rustling, but he hadn’t missed anything. And yet. He was too old to be a student, a Professor, an auror called in to investigate the incident. He could be anybody on either side of the war. There was no good way to answer him. “No, I don’t believe we have,” he said pointedly. He shifted his weight, tightening his fingers around his wand reflexively and asked the question that interested him more than names, “You’re familiar with the Forest? I didn’t hear you approach.”

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The boy sitting in front of her was recognizable - in fact, Hermione was positive she knew who he was. At the moment, though, she could not put her finger upon whom exactly he was. Between the history text, countless newspapers, and photographs - all of the faces she saw were beginning to blend together. The witch waited with a hand on her hip for a response - patience growing thin - and resisted the urge to roll her brown eyes at the way he held a finger up to her as if trying to silence her. It was not until he spoke that she realized who he was. Regulus Black - Sirius’ brother. The man who had held the locket and one of Voldemort’s horcruxes. He also tried to destroy it. It was odd to be in his presence and she tried her best not to let it show upon her face.

“Oh?” The arrogance that radiated the boy sent a shiver down her spine. “What makes you believe that? Your superior intelligence?” The words left Hermione’s lips, her tone dry, and her brown eyes fluttered upwards to meet his. It was not a challenge - per say - she was just trying to pick his brain. How often did one get to interact with those students would one day read about in a textbook? Not often. An eyebrow rose when he told her whom he was and what he was trying to do. She murmured, “I know who you are. Just as I’m sure you know who I am.”

Against her better judgement, she sat down in the chair across from his, placing the textbook and few newspapers she carried in front of her. Hermione nodded, “Right. What do you want to know?”

Something that might have been a smile, if anyone knew what a shark’s smile looked like, crossed his face. “Yes, my superior intelligence. To their credit, I did have a few years advantage, the Black library, and I’m not too lazy to actually read. It’s not just intelligence but diligence,” he drawled.  

It took everything in him to hold together his bored expression as the girl mentioned knowing who he was. His thoughts stuck to that, picking it apart. His young death, no body recovered (he noted hopefully), had been but a footnote in the old Prophet article he’d dug up. The book on the war had divulged only that he’d apparently abandoned the Dark Lord’s service and been summarily hunted down. A tragic waste of his intelligence, he thought, and a lie, surely. Regulus knew, logically, there was no way of knowing who he would’ve been in couple years time but he couldn’t imagine he’d tried to escape with no plan, no assurance of his survival. Why then did the girl know about him, the footnote in history? He was grasping for something that felt horrifically close to hope. It made more sense that Sirius had told her about him (stupid kid, loyal to our heinous parents, caught up in Dark magic like an addict, ruined, weak).

“I’m not who my brother says, said, I am,” he informed her coldly, “Just as I’m sure you’re more than what the books and gossip say-Hermione Granger.” Just how true were the accounts of her vaunted intelligence.

He smirked when she sat down across from him. It seemed Gryffindors still had too much bravery for their own good. “There are holes in that book about the war. Things that were clearly glossed over? For instance, this matter of breaking into Gringotts? I don’t care about the how which is all the book seems to talk about. I want to know what you were looking for there?”

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Narcissa curled her fingers around the cup of tea in her palms, the fine china warm against her palm and the steam a gentle caress against the curve of her cheek. She sipped at it. If everything else had changed at least earl grey tasted the same. It had been deliberate to at first tuck herself away in one of the armchairs, so aware of eyes upon her that she had taken to scrawling with her quill in her lap. Letters still perfectly looped and sloping gracefully, even if it made her elbow ache unpleasantly. Things had to be just so.

However, as the common room had emptied space had opened up along her favourite sofa and she had taken care to set her things down in a way that was clear she was really rather busy and was not to be disturbed. A small parchment fortress that would only be breached by those she knew. Really knew. She chided herself as the tip of her quill teased her lips, chewing quills was something she’d spent most of her second year conquering. The shadow of someone encroaching caught her eye in her periphery and she turned just as Regulus eased himself down next to her. Back ramrod straight and his legs carefully placed. He had always had posture like the nutcracker that the House Elves put up at Christmas. It pained her that he felt so ill at ease but she understood his trepidation at letting his guard down. There were few others she would wish to be sat beside than her cousin.

“Of course, Reg. Give me just a minute” Narcissa murmured warmly as she withdrew her wand, banishing the teacup back to the kitchens with a flick of her wrist and scooping her things into her satchel.

Regulus felt the icy grip on his lungs loosen as Narcissa quickly began packing up her things. “No rush,” he said so she knew it wasn’t anything urgent. Once she appeared ready, Regulus turned on his heel without another word, leading the way out of the common room, first, and then out the castle doors. Both knew better than to ever speak anything even halfway revealing where other students or the portraits could hear.

Outside, Regulus took a grateful breath of cold air, shoulders loosening. He smiled, then, at Cissa, warm and soft and everything he only knew how to be around her. “Thank you,” he said earnestly as they began walking in step away from the castle, shoulders pressed together. “It gets so suffocating in there and I can’t quite make sense of anything-what’s happened, nonetheless what I apparently do in the original timeline.”  Frustrated, he dug into his pockets, pulling out a cigarette. He didn’t miss the tremor of his hands as he brought it to his lips. It was always worse when he was stressed. 

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At first Bill questioned every face that he came across. He’d walk through the halls and wonder that time they were from, who they were. But after everything else and realizing it really was no use to know who or where they came from unless he was going to actually speak to them. So, just who was the face he was speaking with now? A young version of someone he knew? Or perhaps a family member? What he did know was this person was really taking their time to look into it, something Bill really was interested in despite who they were. “The right questions? I think we all have that one.” He said with a chuckle.

Bill did loose the smile rather quick as he went to correct the stranger. “Harry… just use his name, please.” Bill requested respectfully. “We can assume that we are dealing with greater magic then we thought. Time travel is one thing but from what we know one change in the past makes everything different in the future. So maybe this isn’t just time travel… maybe it’s more. Like a break….” It sounded absolutely mad but then again the situation was not one to questions any sanity anymore. “I have no idea what I’m talking about but like you said, Harry’s children are still here, if there wasn’t something more to this then they would not exist.”

Regulus leaned forward in his chair slightly. “Does that mean you knew him?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. “Harry, I mean,” he added a second later to appease the other. “But yes, that’s precisely what I’m thinking, in layman terms, of course. I imagine that the timeline those children all came from no longer exists. It’s collapsed in on itself. It’s curious, actually that anyone from that generation was pulled here,” he pondered, twirling his quill between his fingers as he continued to mutter half to himself, “What was the point of that? If this was indeed all about the Dark Lord, which seems to be the general consensus, why would there be anyone from the future? Was it a specific person they hoped to pull?”

He drug himself out of his thoughts and back to the man still standing there. “I failed to introduce myself, didn’t I?” He stuck his hand out, impatient. He’d long been in the habit of making sure his hands were also moving, gesturing, tapping, writing, to prevent people from noticing his weakness. “Regulus Black.”

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It was weird - to Hermione - this time change. She was running into people she had learned about in textbooks or from the newspapers in person. There were students from 1978 running about Hogwarts. Harry’s parents, a younger Snape, and plenty more she was sure. Likewise, her children were here. Somewhere. It was almost too much for her brilliant mind to handle. With the news of Harry’s death plaguing the school, Hermione kept herself locked in her dorm room or the library; not wanting to face her reality. She kept herself focused on the task at hand, which was finding out what had caused this time jump. Scribbling a few notes upon her parchment, the girl’s eyes narrowed as she tried to recognize whom it was that had hogged all of the books regarding time travel. Against her better judgement, the witch left her table, and slowly made her way over to his.

“I don’t suppose you’d mind sharing your book or your knowledge? You aren’t the only one trying to learn what’s going on here.”

Regulus held up a single finger, filtering out the girl’s words, as he finished the paragraph he was on. When he looked up a moment later, he was pleased to find it was the mudblood from the book on the Battle of Hogwarts. She had the same, judging look about her now that she’d had in the picture he’d seen. He could identify with that, at least. He would really rather speak with the Weasley boy, a Pureblood, who undoubtedly had more reliable information, but resources were resources.

“I am aware that I’m not the only one trying to discover what has happened but, frankly, outside, one of two of the professors and Severus, perhaps, I am the most likely to figure it all out,” he said evenly. He was perfectly fine with her thinking the statement was merely about his superior intelligence when, in fact, he meant also that his studies into Dark Magic were the deciding advantage. “Not just that but I happen to have a stake in the whole thing seeing as according to the books, I, Regulus Black, die in two years time which I’m sure you can imagine I’m eager to prevent.”

He paused weightily, before waving his hand at the chair across from him and offering, “All that said, I do actually have some questions for you about the war?”

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brkitbill :

Bill was curious or to put things simpler he wasn’t curious enough to read up on time travel. He knew it was a fickle thing and tampering it could do a lot. Maybe that’s why the latest events had happened, the turn in time had caused something as big as a death to happen when it clearly wasn’t meant to. Harry has children in the future and how they were still roaming the halls was beyond him but as he roamed the isles of old spies his splattered and pale fingers had seen many missing titles and then he came across the much darker haired boy. “You and I seem to be looking for the same thing. Find anything that could explain what could have done any of this?” It was more casual conversation since he really just craved that. Something not sorrowful but instead helpful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you… I just noticed you were reading on time travel and I was comeing for some answers myself.” 

Regulus tipped his head up, gracing the other boy with a blank stare. Pale freckled skin, red hair-one of the innumerable Weasleys running around the castle these days. Not the one he wished to interrogate though. All the same, some people didn’t even realize they knew valuable information until being prompted. He knew better than to ignore a possible resource. 

“Yes, it seems everyone is searching for answers. First, we need the right questions. I’m currently reading up on the accounts of time turner users to get a better sense of time, in general, works,” Regulus answered, tapping the book thoughtfully. “Actually, that boy’s suicide provided me the best breakthrough so far, a thrilling turn of events, really. His children are still here, alive and well, so we are left to assume what? That anything we do now doesn’t effect what has and will happened? Or that we’ve created a new timeline entirely and these are our lives now. I don’t suppose you have any insight or unique observations, do you?”

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Sorry all! I may have underestimated how busy I was going to be this week! Rest assured, I’m on now and hope to have an easy weekend ahead!

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Regulus slid silently through the door of the common room. He stepped around the creaky spot on the floor, more out of habit than anything else, he wasn’t even certain the floor still creaked in the same place. So much had changed in the blink of an eye. He scanned the room quickly, passing over the faces he didn’t know, ignoring the disquieting feeling that gave him, before stopping on Narcissa. He couldn’t put into the words the relief he’d felt at realizing she was here as well, here in this impossible future. He’d never been good at saying things of that nature but then neither was she. They were Blacks, after all. Emotions were something to be used against someone else, nothing more.

He sat down on the couch beside her, not too close with his back straight as a board. It had taken most of first year for him to readjust to affection, to touching, but in this new place, with all these people he was thrown back to those tenuous months when he hadn’t yet realized he was free of his parent’s watchful gaze. It wouldn’t due to show any sort of vulnerability around these people. He was the one that collected other’s vulnerabilities not the other way around. You know, Regulus, the younger Black, with his black heart, you can’t manipulate him.

“Cissa,” he murmured. “Go for a walk with me?” he asked, jerking his head towards the door. She’d understand, he was sure of that, she always understood, better than anyone else.

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His long, pale fingers stroked through pages absently as he read, attention wholly devoted to the words. That was not to say though that he was unaware of the person watching him. He had long since learned the dangers of ignoring his surroundings. If Madam Pince, the old hag, (how was she still working here), would have just let him leave with the book, he wouldn’t be stuck here in the library subjected to onlookers. Apparently all of the books pertaining to time travel were in such high demand that she wasn’t letting them leave the premises. Absently, he was impressed that the rest of the student body had finally realized what could be learned from books. He turned the page aggressively, hoping the look on his face discouraged whoever it was from approaching him. He didn’t have time. There was too much to figure out about this event.

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regulus: not yet the martyr

hey guys! i’m tasha. i’m 21 and in college, mostly pretending i know what i’m doing with my life. i’m really excited to be playing regulus. i’m usually a dorcas girl (cause Voldemort killed her personally eats at me honestly) but unfortunately for everyone involved i’m currently reading leigh bardugo’s books (which is just the best type of fantasy trash i’ve read in a while) and so my poor regulus has some darkling/kaz brekker influences. beneath the read more, i’m just going to rant some about him but i’ve also written some prehogwarts shit for him which you can find HERE. i can’t wait to plot with you all!!!!!              

SO this boy can be summed up with the tagline, too smart for his own good. Just fullstop smarty pants, reads like nobody’s business (the restricted section’s got nothing on the Black family library though), chess is his game. Doesn’t help that he’s the youngest of the Blacks so he spent his life just trying to keep up with his older brother and cousins. It’s never been power that drives him but knowledge and the knowledge he sought has corrupted him. He has a tendency to analyze other people like their insects kind of too. He finds their reactions to stuff curious. 

He’s a massive eavesdropper, hordes people’s secrets like a dragon with a pile of gold. And honestly he’s probs got a weird gossip girl thing going on where he bribes/uses people’s secrets against them. Yeah, i like that he definitely does that.

Family is Super important to him (he feels so betrayed by sirius honestly). Obvs i need to speak with the other Black players but ive headcannoned that hes real close with all of them.  

Kids super duper gay but hes long resigned himself to marrying some pure blood girl. he doesn’t even really see it as a big deal. hes always thought of marriage as a business deal anyway.

Hes very obsessive and can get into a research cycle and just completely forget about eating or sleeping. Total insomniac in general. Before the time jump, he was a seeker and he treated that much the same analyzing and practicing moves into perfection

And because im trash and can’t help the white boy tragic villian trope-life was hard for regulus when sirius turned his back on the fam. Even though Regulus wasn’t yet hogwarts age, his parents started training-determined fanatically that reg would know be their prize winning son-regulus. Their was no mercy to be found from them. They frequently used cruciatus and other spells to keep him in line/to harden/to teach him. Though reg doesn’t really speak of this. the effects are there in the faint, near constant tremors of regulus’ hands.

About the time travel-Regulus in his own time was just three months shy of when he canonically would have received the Dark Mark though he’d already begun hanging out with the death eaters at this point. But anyway, he’s pretty thrown by everything and i hope to have him go through some interesting developments as he discovers what he would have done in his own time. He also being the intellectual he is is fascinated and curious about the time travel. And will likely begin conducting some ethically iffy experiments.

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