The night of The Gala had started off remarkable, in fact even beyond that it would have easily bee fighting for a spot in the top ten nights of his life. But per the usual it seemed that everything had a way of reminding him that the good wasn’t capable of staying put like it was supposed to. Regulus wasn’t quite certain what the Hunters were capable of given that what they spoke of was advanced magic but nevertheless he had heeded their warning and found his wife. The two quickly vanishing as quickly as they’d appeared and instead finishing the night from the comfort of their own home.
However says had now passed and it seemed that the sniffles had struck at the oddest of times. End of summer colds were always the worst given that the air was bloody hot and the humidity level rising and to be frank Regulus didn’t fancy carrying around something to blow his nose on. A drink was in order to bring the rather atrocious night to an end. However as fate would have it the familiar head of red hair caught his eye as he approached the bar and in an instant he’d turned with a nod. “What’s up, mate? I can’t believe your dad still let’s you come out for air on your own.” At the mention his eyes moved around as if to ensure that Crouch Sr. wasn’t merely on a bathroom break.
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