#(darkest arts)

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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