the right side
Location: Stables, McKinnon Farm Time: 23rd of February Status: Closed, for: @alphaleoniis
Bran wasn’t well acquainted with the Black family, let alone the two sons. By the time they had begun joining proper pureblood events and participating in the society they were born into, Bran was already in her rebellious phase, throwing fists at guys three times taller than her, knocking bludgers at Slytherins, and kissing girls in bathroom stalls. But she had heard the gossip of course.
Sirius Black -- in Gryffindor! Against all odds. Befriending Half-Bloods and Muggle-Borns (and as Bran had newly found out: a literal monster, too). Soon enough, the rumors about his status as a blood traitor reached the tea rooms of Bran’s mother, and the gasps had been loud despite the inevitableness of it all. Everyone had turned to look at the younger of the two, then, the one who had never caused such commotion: Regulus. A name, suited much better for a heir, was what everyone whispered, then.
And the boy seemed to wear his name like a crown indeed, a head held proud, grades and demeanor rumored to be flawless. As this point, Bran was busy defying her mother, which resulted in her being sent to nursing school. She had no time to gossip along and hear about other pureblood families’ perfect heirs. She only cared about one heir, and that was her retched cousin Corban. By the time Regulus was out of school and could’ve run into her at pureblood events, Bran was already searching for a way into the Order.
No, Bran had never cared about Regulus Black. Never cared to learn about his personal opinions, his affiliations, his part in this war. Nevertheless. When she suddenly saw him walk into the stables at the McKinnon Farm, she immediately recognised the sight as wrong. Her wand was drawn instantly, shoulders drawn back, feet firm on the ground. “Black,” she called. “You have no business being here.”
