“ have you, by chance, seen an orange tabby cat ? ” greta asked as she ran a hand through platinum locks, her eyes continuing to dart around the corridor in search of her pet. “ his name is ichabod… i’ve been trying to catch him all morning. he slipped out of the dorm room as we were leaving. pesky little thing, he is. ”
“a few minutes ago,” regulus nodded, placing a mark in his book and setting it aside. he looked the other student over for a second before continuing, “some second years were chasing him, seemed pretty adamant on turning him into a kettle, but he was fast.”
‘ who knows, maybe a pixie tampered with it ? i can’t imagine professor sprout coming in and neglecting them like this. ’ she reached out to feel one of the dried leaves of a nearby plant.
“maybe..” regulus ran a hand through his hair as he surveyed the scene. he rolled up the sleeves of his robe before stooping down to look at the poor guys. “it’s just so weird. you’re right, probably a pixie, or a peeves- that bastard.”
“Damn Black,” she mocked him. “I actually do because I scheduled time weeks prior and you didn’t. I’m not a seeker. Why do we have to go after the snitch when we can go after the quaffle?”
"yeah, because I’m willing to share the pitch with others, I don’t need my own private yard.” regulus rolled his eyes, pulling his favorite snitch out of his pocket. “because look how neat they are, they’ve got a mind of their own and everything. why would you want to throw around a glorified pig skin?”
“ugh, move over, potter. if you’ve got to polish off your broom stick you can do that yourself after we finish this chart. i am not failing divination because you’ve got your hands down your pants.”
“Damn, Mac, the pitch is large enough for the two of us, you don’t have to be so rude about it. We could even have fun with it- go after the snitch with me.”
“i’m not sure, it’s quite concerning to be honest. i set up a self watering watering can and a bunch of other spells to keep the garden going over the summer.. i’m not sure how so much has managed to die. do you think someone was up here?”
hello friends! i’m robin (she/her) and this is my dumb son regulus~ please hit me up for any plots or talking or whatever because i am very excited to be rping with all of you c:
+ okay soo regulus is basically just as fucked up as you’d imagine when you come from such a strict, pureblood family. he’s spent the majority of his life trying to fit the perfect mold that his parents have created for him. now, with the new title of black family heir, he might actually crumble under the pressure.
+ most know him as a deathly silent and studious slytherin. he prides himself over his ability to pull an all nighter in order to turn in a perfect paper. with all the turmoil in his family, academia has been one of the few things regulus can maintain control over. his strongest subjects are defense against the dark arts and potions, but secretly he prefers herbology and care for magical creatures
+ he had the brilliant idea to start a roof top garden during his fourth year. it currently resides a top one of hogwart’s towers. and, per sirius’ insistence and direction, it currently grows a variety of herbs and plants but also herb.
+ his biggest fear is snakes and he knows it’s ironic and he hates it :(
+ obviously, regulus subscribes to pureblood and slytherin ideologies. he’s struggled in the past with the disconnect between what his parents have taught him and the many talented muggleborns he’s met at hogwarts, but, his desire to fit in and be accepted keeps him the ever dutiful black son. crazy anxiety yo.
+ he’s been playing quidditch since basically before he could walk and this hooligan is gooddd. lately though, he’s taken more of a reckless approach to flying. he’ll literally jump or dangle off his broom to get the snitch. it’s one of the only ways he’s able to release his anger and tension but honestly the way he flies is really a death wish.
+ he’s really just a scared, scared emotionally stunted kid lmao
+ he’s used to being at the bottom of the pecking order so like he’s really good at shutting up and pleasing other people. but then sometimes when he gets a howler from his mum or just gets pissed then he’s more prone to snap at his classmates or muggleborn students.
+ anywayyy this is a mess. bottom line is regulus just cares an awful lot about how other’s perceive him but really he’s just alone and sad and scared :c all he wants is to have his brother back so they can hang and smoke pot or something lol
wanted connections~
+ maybe study buddies/secret friendship- there’s probably a few people that he gets along with and enjoys spending time with them but would never be seen in public with them bc they aren’t in slytherin or are pureblood.
+ if you’re a pal of sirius, reggie probably h8s you :(( mostly because he’s jealous
+ death eater/slytherin pals - particularly maybe an older guy that’s taken reg under his wing and keeps him on the path to get his dark mark and stuff like that
+ & lol if you’re in slytherin you could probably manipulate this kid to do your homework, he just wants people to like him
+ quidditch brosss
+ angsty arranged marriage?
+ maybe a secret romantic tryst or two- reg likes guys as much as girls (or any gender) and honestly that fact scares him to death
It’s deciding where to die and deciding where to fight,
Deny, deny, denial.
I wanted to be a better brother, better son,
Wanted to be a better adversary to the evil I have done,
I have none to show to the one I love,
But deny, deny, denial
mistreat your altar boys long enough
and this is what you get
sad and angry, can’t learn how to behave
still won’t know how in the darkness of the grave
