Jan 17, 2018
@xmusiisms:
“— Ask your mother.”
Sirius blinked quickly, his mouth hanging slightly open and his brow furrowed in confusion.
“You and I both know she doesn’t know a bloody thing about love.”
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@xmusiisms:
“— Ask your mother.”
Sirius blinked quickly, his mouth hanging slightly open and his brow furrowed in confusion.
“You and I both know she doesn’t know a bloody thing about love.”
@the-defected-one:
Regulus almost believed it. Almost. His eyes widened for just a moment, so taken by his brother’s sullen tone that he nearly missed the meaning of his words.
“… Absolutely not!” he protested, his face twisting into a Walburga-inspired scowl, “They can’t sacrifice small children, Sirius. That’s illegal. And anyways, if I was to die I’d like to be buried with my cards.” If only out of spite.
He wrinkled his nose and turned his head to the window, noticing how dark it had become in the few short hours they’d spent on the train. “… Theycan’t sacrifice small children,” he repeated, fussing with his hands on his lap, “Parents would complain.”
Sirius regarded his brother with an expression that conveyed how sorry he felt that the younger boy was just finding his fate out now. The elder brother put his hand on Regulus’ shoulder and sighed loudly, “Oh, Reg… my poor brother.” Sirius even made a show of shaking his head before shifting toward his younger sibling to offer a sense of intimacy and care.
“The ritual is as old as the school itself. It keeps balance… you know, sacrifice the few for the good of the many. Every first year student’s parents are sent an owl before the start of term to remind them of this necessary evil. Why do you think Mum hugged you so long at the platform?” They both knew Walburga was not renowned for her compassion or physical affection. “And why do you think Dad stayed home this year? They’ve got a feeling you’re the smallest.” He clicked his tongue and sighed again.
“Having your cards would help me through the grieving process. Just think about it.”
@xmusiisms:
“—I don’t think that’ll hold much more sugar.”
“You never know if you don’t try.”
@the-defected-one:
Regulus tore his gaze away from the window, out of which he’d been staring since they first entered the compartment. Although it would take them several hours to arrive he kept expecting to see the castle approaching atany moment, and could not help the wide smile that appeared on his face.
He twisted at the sound of his brother’s voice, watching Sirius’ eyes as he confessed his secret.
Immediately his cheeks flushed red.
“Sirius!” he nudged him away, glancing around at the other students with whom they sat, “Don’t say things like that so loud!” he chewed on his bottom lip, rocking up on the bench and pressing his mouth more closely to his brother’s ear, whispering oh-so-quietly, “I love you, too.”
Sirius hadn’t the heart to tell Regulus they’d actually be arriving at a station and he’d have to get to the castle on a boat.
Not only hadn’t he the heart, but he also didn’t want to spoil the surprise.
“Why not?” He asked quietly, a small smile on his lips. He laughed at the closeness of his baby brother. “Are you ashamed of me?” Sirius continued before hugging Regulus then letting him go with a ruffle to his hair.
@xmusiisms:
“I highly doubt you’ll die, Sirius. Besides, it shouldn’t be too long now.”
"But dad!” He whined, “I just want to get my wand, and I don’t want to wait.”
@xmusiisms:
“Can I help you with something before you crease my shirt irreparably?”
“Can I have a biscuit?”
@the-defected-one:
“It’s not funny!”
Sirius’ words sounded honest enough but there was clearly some amusement in his voice. He’d just finished getting dressed in his finest clothing for the family Winter Party when he stumbled over Kreacher in the hall, flew down the staircase and tore his jacket sleeve on the railing.
“… Mum’s going to kill me! She says we’re to look our best!”
Sirius sighed, looking down at his little brother with a bit of sympathy. He cast his gaze around, looking for anyone who might be peering in on them and might tell them not to use magic. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but this was a special circumstance.
He pulled out his wand and muttered an incantation to repair the sleeve. In a flash, it was good as new.
“Didn’t think I’d let you suffer the wrath of Walnuts, did you?” He teased, a glint in his eyes.