Who: @regallionheart @ssiriussly
Location: Campus
“I can’t believe it feels good.” Regulus commented, giving Sirius a look. “And I have no idea what rad means, certainly not radiant.” But he suspected a more important reason may have been that there was no way their mother would have approved. It would be nice though, to imagine the other reasons may have taken a greater presidence.
Stiffening as Sirius pattered his back, Regulus looked pointedly away. They were not on familiar terms. Sirius had left, after all, despite Regulus’ best efforts.
“I did’t blame everything on you, just your own faults.” He bit back before having the good grace to look abashed. Sirius was doing him a kindness. “Which is why your proposition matters. If I blamed it on our lecturer, I do not think it would go down as well. You didn’t have to offer.” It was an awkward apology to get out and he would not meet Sirius’ eyes.
Leading the way, Regulus tried to look aloof and as if he wasn’t walking with Sirius, was not running through what he imagined everyone else was talking about as they saw them together. He could just imagine the gossip that would spread.
His apartment was neat, made to look as close to home as might be achieved. Regulus loved the blacks and greens. Sadly much of the Dark Artefacts could not be taken as people tended to be rather… squeamish about such things.
“I was not permitted to take Kreacher with me but I fancy I could manage to brew a cup of coffee or steep a pot of tea should you require refreshments.” Regulus offered, making sure the door was closed and locked, so they might be be disturbed.
“Well, it feels good at first. Makes you calm, giddy. After a while, you're just doing it to avoid the crash, though. Like I said, don't start.” Sirius burst out in a barking laugh when Regulus so haughtily admitted he didn't know what ‘rad’ meant. “It means...Well, it’s short for ‘radical’ and it’s used sort of the same way as ‘Brilliant’?” It felt strange, explaining slang to his brother. “Don’t worry about it. Picked it up from muggle radio stations. Some American musician said it.”
Of course Regulus was pulling away now that he’d shown that bit of emotion. Sirius had expected it. It was his own pattern, although he’d gotten much more comfortable with wearing at least his surface emotions on his sleeve. At the mention of blaming the lecturer, Sirius stepped in front of him to give him a severe look. “Don’t even joke. Leave her out of it. We don’t need to pull other people into our family drama. We can be adults about it. I’ll say the same thing to Mother and Father if I have to. Got it, Reg?”
He stepped aside and let Regulus lead. He even played along and hung back from him like he seemed to want. The apartment was everything Sirius expected and he hated it. It was like walking into his nightmares. But he could deal with it for a term. He snorted softly at the offer. “Of course they didn’t. Mother and Father would starve if you brought Kreacher here. Miracle they don’t now, with how bad his cooking is, though. No, I don’t ‘require’ anything. If you’re making something for yourself, I’ll have some, though.” He politely removed his shoes and hung his leather jacket by the door before he started wandering about, looking at the way Regulus had decorated to somehow make the apartment look so much like Grimmauld. “I see your decorating taste has improved. Or are newspaper clippings only for the bedroom?”
