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SIRIUS

time: 7:44 PM date: 7.14.79 location: zabini estate general starter – OPEN TO ALL

they’re not playing the right songs, sirius notes, as he wades through a stream of people. the weird sisters are good, but it’s their faster tracks where the magic happens. but there’s some benefit, at least, to their pop-y hits; the slower beat makes the marble floors easier to navigate. before this whole ordeal of pretending to be alice, sirius hadn’t experienced being this alice’s height since fifth year. he tugs at his (alice’s) dress and scowls. fourteen minutes as alice fortescue and he already understands why that girl is so wound up all the time. he’d been trying to get through to the bidding since 7:30 – no small feat considering he can no longer see over the crowd, and that he’s been trying to avoid everyone alice knows before someone sees through the rouse. his mood doesn’t improve once he’s at the table, either.

the next time someone needs help, sirius is going to keep his mouth shut. it’d been his surprise that had done him in, really – that frank hasn’t sent alice onto the field yet. and the timing had been too perfect. the day he’d spoken with alice was so soon after he’d found out about the auction that sirius hadn’t thought twice before offering to switch places with alice for an hour.you can get your field experience, he’d said, and i’ll go enjoy myself. how’s that sound? i’ll even bid on a few things for you. and now, three mouthfuls of polyjuice potion later, he’s never regretted another decision so much in his life. sirius snatches a pen from a nearby table and scrawls a shoddy imitation of alice’s signature next to frank’s training hours. she had mentioned she wanted them, right?

then, his eyes catch on something else: the statue of venus. automatically, he pulls another card from the pile and begins to write down sirius – before he catches himself and scribbles the “s” from existence. then, he writes alice fortescue again. not allowing himself to think better of it ( though alice bidding on a black family heirloom must be a strange sight ), he walks toward the statue.

Regulus smoothed out the front of their robes, though they still stuck out a bit. They supposed that that was the fashion these days, everything big and exciting and sticking out with frills and patterns, but they would have appreciated a bit of a sleeker design, something more toned down. However, being a Black did come with playing the part and that meant that they had to be the most fashionable, the most current, the most “in the know”.

They didn’t care for it very much. They didn’t much like the spotlight, and these frills definitely weren’t helping.

They’d just finished bidding on an item when they spotted Alice Fortescue, scowling as always, making her way towards a statue that their cousin had donated to the gala. They weaved through the crowd, hoping that their frill wouldn’t give them away to anyone before they could get to the person they liked to pester so much. They cleared their throat before smiling at her. “Ah, lovely statue, isn’t it? I guess you’d better take it in while you can.”

#//sorry this is so short rip #{ sirius. }#{ c:sirius }#{ july 14 }#{ e:gala }

GILDEROY

date: july 14th, 1979 time: 6:05 pm location: the zabini estate status: open

“Now you may be asking yourselves: What business does Gilderoy Lockhart have partaking in this esteemed auction? In addition to the captivating work in progress that is his second manuscript — arriving in bookshops early 1980 — the man has no shortage of commitments that would keep any blossoming young cherub booked from sunrise to sundown. Does he really have the space in his immense schedule to host an unforgettable evening for one of his many admirers when he already has so much on his plate?”

The pause he takes for dramatic effect is met with awe-stuck silence.

“The answer, my bewitching butterflies, is a firm absolutely! Very few know this, but my devotion to philanthropy is just second to my love of literature! I’m certain Dorcas Meadowes, president of the Gilderoy Lockhart fan club, would think my contribution a worthy sacrifice.” A hush falls over his captivated audience, trailed by murmurs of agreement as they scatter off to tender their offers. Satisfied, Gilderoy whirls on his dragonskin heel, only to find another guest in need of swaying. “Oh, hello! Have you come to place a bid? I fear the line has grown rather long, but my company is worth the wait in spades.”

Regulus hadn’t been listening to half of the speech, really, they’d been more concerned with adjusting the sleeve on their robe or some piece of lint or.... Anything, really. Anything was more interesting than Gilderoy Lockhart pumping up his own ego. However, once the name Dorcas Meadowes came up, Regulus was immediately listening and disgusted. Was this guy really using the death of a girl to make himself more appealing? They did suppose that not much would make him more appealing, so maybe he had to resort to such measures, but even so, they couldn’t bear to listen to any more and tried to move away from the crowd of people.

But then, there he was, in front of them, grinning and shining. Regulus sighed and tried not to look at him, instead looking over his shoulder, so as to make themselves seem like they weren’t as interested in the conversation. “I’ll see if I have two knuts to spare at the end of the night. Then I might bid on you. For charity.”

#{ e:gala }#{ c:gilderoy }#{ gilderoy. }#{ july 14 }#{ zabini estate }

NARCISSA

At the sound of his voice, Cissa was filled with regret for her quick reaction. Regulus had done nothing to deserve her ire, except show up at exactly the wrong moment. It was foolish of her, really, to be angry with him when she had known better than to do this here, in such a public place.

She quickly took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for the few seconds it took to reign in the brimming tears, before waving away his concern. “I’m not hurt.” She didn’t explain further for the moment, for fear of breaking again. “Don’t worry, I’m not hurt at all. It’s nothing, really.” She starting fussing with her hair, straightening her dress, anything to get her hands moving, trying to prove her words to be true.

He nodded quickly, looking her over to make sure that she wasn’t just saying that. She seemed to be fine, and he took a step back, so as not to close in on her. “Okay, okay.” He hadn’t realized how nervous he’d been for her until his shoulders relaxed.

Regulus couldn’t help but wonder at whether it was his timing that caused his cousin to go into this state. Maybe he was later than he realized, and with people getting kidnapped all over the place (like Andromeda), someone like Narcissa might panic at the disappearance of another family member. “What happened? I’m sorry that I was late.”

#{ july 12 }#{ narcissa. }#{ c:narcissa }

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An outsider would probably look at this exchange and assume that the two despised each other. The truth was that Severus didn’t dislike Regulus at all, unlike many of the rest of his family. (in truth it was mostly just Sirius, and he was someone that the two didn’t speak about often)

There was something about his expression, the look on his face that made it all too clear to Severus that while he may claim that Sirius and himself weren’t ‘family’ the truth was that family was always just that. At least that was what Severus had learned the hard way. Their own mother and father, two people that they did love and hated at the same were people that they couldn’t let go of. Grateful for the change of subject Severus snorted. ❝ I was working… Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for some I have to work. ❞ That meant that Severus at least was able to hon skills that they felt would come in handy in the future. ❝ And– since I’m sure that you weren’t out working I don’t suppose you’d bother enlightening me as to what you were doing? ❞ It wasn’t any of their business and yet Severus couldn’t help but ask.

In truth, Regulus might have been warned not to hang around such unsavoury types such as Severus Snape, however, Regulus also didn’t exactly care what he was warned to do most of the time. Even if people who cared (read: his cousin and his mother) did find out that the two saw each other from time to time, they definitely would never assume that the two were friends, with the way they spoke to each other. People who knew Regulus better would know that he seemed to enjoy a person with which he could go back and forth with without judgement (or maybe even with a little judgement).

Regulus had learned that the opposite of love was not hate, but indifference, and that you could both love and hate someone at the same time. Of course, you could just do one or the other, but when it came to his brother, Regulus loved him just as much as he hated him, which he’d never admit, and which hurt him more than anything, so it wasn’t a subject he really wanted to go on about. “Ah...” Regulus wasn’t one that really made many potions, and so he sometimes forgot that Severus had a job at the apothecary, and didn’t just spend all their free time there, though he wouldn’t be surprised... “I could have been working,” he said indignantly, then shrugged. “But I was running some errands, picking up some books.”

#{ july 8 }#{ c:severus }#{ severus. }#{ 12 grimmauld place. }

EMMELINE

date: july 10th, 1979 time: 12:00 pm location: hogsmeade village status: open to all !

Time is a funny thing. Particularly in its ability to erode memories. Well, time and active repression. It had been about a month since ( she was kidnapped ) Dorcas had died, and Emmeline nearly forgot the details of that day, preferring instead to dwell on the painfullymundane. Should she eat jam or marmalade with her toast? The jam was fresher, but marmalade was always her favorite –– perhaps she should opt for eggs instead? Nearly thirty-five minutes deciding what to eat for breakfast, which was thirty-five minutes she could be a normal ( incredibly indecisive ) nineteen year old. She soon started to recall the events of thatday only in the precious seconds between drifting off to sleep, and being consumed by a deep slumber, the details always too hazy, too removed. As if they happened to someone else, and Emmeline had to reconstruct an image in her head based on details she only ever heard of.

But memories are a funny thing too. No matter how far gone a memory seems to be, it’ll always come right back at the mere sight, or smell, or sound associated with it. Emmeline had managed to avoid Hogsmeade thus far, but The Magic Neep had produce she simply couldn’t find anywhere else. She thought she could handle it, being back there. But then she saw thatsign. The one ( Dorcas was found hanging from just a month ago ) advertising The Three Broomsticks. She stood there for Merlin knows how long, transfixed by the sign, caught without breath or speech. All ideas of self-peeling sprouts and cob-speckled carrots were put on hold. She barely registered the voice of someone approaching –– it was a voice, right ? –– but even the sheer idea of company brought her back to reality.

❝ Sure, yes, it’s right –– I’m so sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said, actually. ❞

Regulus couldn’t tell if the person in front of him was staring at his hair or behind him, and he turned, and when he saw nothing and found her still staring, he shook his head. “Is there something wrong with my hair?” He shouldn’t have cared, but at her words of confirmation, he self-consciously started to fix it, before frowning at the admission that she hadn’t heard him before responding. Was she really distracted enough by his awful appearance that she couldn’t even pay attention to the words coming from his mouth?

Now thoroughly convinced that there was something wrong with his hair or forehead, he continued to fix it, to tame whatever had happened to his unruly locks. “What happened? Is there a knot?” He couldn’t find one, and frowned more. “Something on my face?” He began to rub at his forehead.

#//idk if ur just doing evant threads now or what but here u go #{ c:emmeline }#{ emmeline. }#{ july 10 }#{ hogsmede. }

EVAN

Evan nodded in response to Regulus’s request, ordering water for him and a glass of Brandy for himself. As the waiter walked away, he took a moment to observe Regulus but he didn’t even need to look at him to realize how apprehensive he was. Despite how still Regulus was, his tension still made itself known in the tapping of his fingers and the awkwardness exuding from his words. Evan pretended not to notice and simply smiled upon registering his cousin’s question. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” It was truly ironic that he was the one uttering that response when for as long as he could remember, it was him who was asking the question and Regulus who answered with those words or another one of his smart-mouthed retorts. “How have you been? I know these conversations must be getting tiresome for you especially when the last time we met was only a few days ago but…” He trailed off for a moment, contemplating the honest words he was about to speak. It discomforted him, to say the least. “I still think it’s necessary despite how stable things have been recently.”

Regulus had always felt uncomfortable with the power imbalance between the two of them, but now it just felt more tangible, and he couldn’t stand it. That combined with the fact that the very place where they were, a place Regulus once enjoyed as a popular spot for him to be with his friends, was now a reminder of what he had done wrong, because of what had been done just outside. He watched Evan’s face as he spoke, feeling as though it was funny how the two of them had changed places as to who was asking what and who was responding. He wondered if he believed Evan, figured that maybe he shouldn’t, and then wondered if he was projecting. He let out a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding in and shrugged, looking away to see if the waiter was back with their drinks yet, though he’d only walked away. “Fine.” He picked at the skin around his thumb, already raw. “Have anything more specific to ask?”

#{ three broomsticks. }#{ c:evan }#{ evan. }#{ july 12 }

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and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y that you wear, a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD ) stares back at you in the mirror.

you are not a warrior, MY LOVE, you are merely a boy.

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ANDROMEDA

It seemed like every noise left her startled. Whether it was someone slamming a book closed, or the knock on her door, Andromeda was constantly searching for the face in a crowd that would just click. There had never been something that she had wanted and not received, but her own mind had gated itself against her. But, it wasn’t a stranger on the other side, just someone she was afraid would begin to feel like one. “ Reggie, what a pleasant surprise. ”

Waving her cousin in, Andromeda slumped into the seat in front of her vanity as the doors closed behind them. “ It’s a bit of a mess in here. I wasn’t expecting company, or else I would have had all this cleaned up. ” The usually pristine suite had clothes tossed across every possible surface — it had been the one place that was quiet and untouched by the chaos of their household. “ How are you? I’ve been meaning to come by, I’ve just been so busy with the —uh, wedding. Speaking of which, have your robes come in yet? I’m having them specially tailored in Paris. ”

Regulus poked their head in once they heard their cousin’s voice and nodded at Andromeda, smiling a bit at her as they tried to avoid the piles of clothes on the floor. They shook their head and waved a hand dismissively. “Ah, it’s no problem, I didn’t tell you that I was coming.” They wondered if the state of the suite was due to Andromeda changing clothes because she was trying to keep herself occupied with thoughts of the wedding, or if it was because she couldn’t be bothered to even let a house elf into her room. They decided that prying on a subject that sensitive might be a bad idea, so they took a seat on a clean chair.

“I’ve been fine, and of course you’ve been busy.” They chewed the inside of their cheek and kept themselves from shrugging. “I haven’t been home for most of the day, so I don’t actually know if they’ve arrived today, but I’ll send a note once they’re in.” The robes that fit months ago had to be taken in as per their last fitting, and Regulus hoped that he hadn’t shrunk down any more. “How are you?”

#{ c:andromeda }#{ andromeda. }#{ july 5 }

18, 29, 33

18. when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

ok,,,, so reg actually has never been in a relationship?? he hasn’t even kissed anyone so yeah he’s gonna die a virgin who can’t drive i guess

29. do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

reggie is a tea boi! coffee makes him too anxious lol what a l0ser but yeah he likes tea and normally drinks it hot but i bet he’d drink bubble tea if that was around in the 70′s

33. who is their ride or die friend?

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bold what applies to your muse.

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5, 6, 15, 26!

5. three things in their fridge?

ok,,, tbh probably caviar that he also feeds to his cat, some sort of fancy chocolate sweet like truffle type thing bc ya boi has a sweet tooth and live with his fithy rich parents, and if it were up to him he’d eat the hideous muggle food that his parents wouldn’t dare allow in the house and get like star wars gummies or fruity pebbles or something

6. most three recently watched on netflix?

oKay you can try to convince me that Reggie wouldn’t mcfuckin love The Princess Diaries, (2, Royal Engagement is on netflix c; ) but you’d be wrong. ALSO someone take this kid to see Star Wars he’d love it and be amazed that muggles can go to space and he’d be gay for Luke we all need that. And then he’s the type of person who would probably watch Donnie Darko more than once so yeah, those r his picks

15. what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

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26.do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

Honestly drag him, he wears a bunch of formal nice looking stuff when he’s at work and out but his aesthetic is really just sweatshirt gay,,, tell me not

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