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basin – @stag-microfic – jegulus – words: 344. enjoy!

James Potter is very well acquainted with every single part of his house, though rather few things serve a multitude of functions.

The sink in their en-suite bathroom has served them well for years. From being bent over to puke, to bending others over, there's not a single experience the basin has remained privy of.

From what was once only littered with James’s scarce skin and hair care, the marble around the basin has now found itself regularly covered by Regulus’s items, often enough Sirius’s, Remus’s, or Peter’s too.

It is a thing well beloved, and fully purposed.

So, one can easily imagine their surprise when they get home from the boring and mischief-draining office only to hear frantic shouting which then quiets down into rushed whispers.

“Shit. They’re here.” The voice carries through the house, followed by some loud bang.

“Already?” Ah. The voice of their beloved.

As James enters their bedroom, making their way to the bathroom, too mentally drained to register the worried whispers coming from the bathroom.

Just as they're about to enter, Regulus comes to stand in front of them, trying to slyly close the door behind himself.

“Hi, baby.” He says, and immediately the sickeningly sweet voice and the too wide smile on his face makes James come out of whatever post-work haze they were in.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, James asks, “Hi, love. What'd you guys do now?”

Regulus opens his mouth to immediately decline having taken any part in, or having done anything, uncomely.

“Noth–”

“I swear it wasn't my fault!” Sirius exclaims, quick to deny responsibility.

How alike, yet different are the brothers.

Taking a deep breath, James gently coaxes Regulus out of the way by a well-placed hand on the waist, and makes their way into the bathroom to–

“What the fuck?” yells James, both brothers share a troubled look.

James takes in another deep breath and follows their earlier question by, “No, because actually, what the fuck?” They ask, finger pointing to the basin where it stands, somehow broken in half.