#p: regulus

[unblackened-andromeda]

Last Good Day | Randie | Oct ‘77

@rvblvck

She had made her decisions. She knew what she had to do, and already was setting those things in motion. Today, though, her preparations could wait. She needed to see Regulus. Regulus deserved more from her than almost anyone else. 

As she walked through the halls of Grimmauld Place, her fingers traced over the walls, voice greeting their ancestors, and as she passed by the room -you know the one, the room with the family tree- she paused, taking a long moment to trace over the lines between herself, her sisters, and her cousins, and then over the burnt out spots where certain people used to be. She would be one of those burnt spots soon, and she frowned as she left the room, making her way up the stairs to Regulus’ room.

She didn’t bother to knock today, letting herself in and praying -an afterthought, really- that he was clothed. 

“Reggieeeeee,” she crooned, stepping through his doorway. “I’ve come to steal you away for the day. Are you interested?”

[bloody-avery]

birthday for a bumblebee ;;

It was a rule that Beni wasn’t deprived of anything on his birthday. The rest of the year, they had to make compromises, they had to do what they could and not push the boundaries too far. But Beni’s birthday was different, it was special. 

And this year, Beni wanted to fly.

He’d obviously been thinking about this for some time, and been saving up his birthday wishes specially for this purpose. Cassie’s arguments were quickly shot down by his pouting, his whining, and his entreatments to Regulus to take him flying. They’d gone once, and it was something that Beni had become obsessed with ever since. But Regulus’ work, Cassie’s, and their other responsibilities-- namely The Riddle-- always came in the way. But not today. Today was Beni’s day, and like it or not, Cassie had to suck it up. 

She and Beni waited in the yard of the villa, Cassie and Regulus’ brooms resting in the grass beside them. The familiar crack of apparition was one that made Cassie jump, and she looked up to see Regulus walking towards her with Sirius as promised. She stood, and smiled--somewhat thinly-- at the two of them. Her gaze turned to Sirius. “Did you find anything about what I asked for?”

But Beni was already bouncing at her side, smile wide on his face, excited. “We’re gonna’ fly, we’re gonna’ fly, we’re gonna’ fly,” he chanted, bouncing with each repetition of the mantra. 

@indogyearsimdeadsirius & @thebetterblxck

[remus-whoisleft]

olive branches | remus & regulus

Remus Lupin was a good tutor, that was an objective fact. One he couldn’t really wave away with his usual self-deprecating tendencies; one that he, surprisingly, didn’t even feel the need to wave away. Something in him new, deep down, that his ideal path would lead to teaching: it was simply a nice vindication, a source of rarely-felt pride.

Transfiguration was not his best subject by any means. That title belonged to Defense Against the Dark Arts, then perhaps followed by Charms. He was good enough at it, though, and he saw it as a good opportunity to get in some of his own N.E.W.T revisions in, and he was one of a handful tutors in the school who offered to work with it. Which was perhaps why Professor McGonagall sought him out, last minute, specifically to take up a new student asking for help. A different student had decided to dedicate their tutoring session time to some club or another, though, so he was happy to accept the offer for that night.

The fact that the new student was Regulus Black was... a surprise. He had managed to keep his face neutral when McGonagall told him, and managed to keep that neutral expression while he sat in the small corner of the library he’d booked for their first lesson, next to one of the big windows. Usually he’d find an empty classroom, with ample space for spellcasting and practice, but he found the lessons tended to go better if the first one was spent simply chatting, going over what the person wanted to learn, what they were struggling with.

“Hi, Regulus.” Remus smiled at the younger boy when he arrived, as always having to blink away his surprise at just how similar the Slytherin and his older brother looked. Not the way they carried themselves, though, not as much. Remus didn’t quite have that read on him yet. “Dunno if anyone mentioned, kind of last minute, but - I’ll be helping you out with your Transfiguration work.”

@regulus-wil

[antonin-whoisleft]

sympathy for the devil | regulus&antonin

Antonin loved being back at the castle, despite knowing that his life outside of it was going in the exact direction he’d planned for it to go. Maybe it was the fact that everything was going so perfectly according to plan that stepping back inside those well known halls felt more like a victorious homecoming than anything painfully nostalgic. He’d done his rounds already; chatting with Slughorn, grilling Anastazie on how her year was going, getting to see the Ravenclaw tower. Their mother had been one, of course, so it was lovely to see the two Dolohov women exploring together: Amirah had missed the year before, busy with an engagement back in Egypt. The whole family was together now and despite following in his parents footsteps most of the day Antonin felt decidedly, perfectly adult.

As promised he broke off from the Dolohov party after dinner, meandering back to his old dungeon and finding it just as welcoming as always: and finding the person of interest of the night, Regulus Black, waiting for him by the fire. They’d had plenty of chats there - tonight was a night to escape, especially if Regulus’s parents were stalking the castle.

“You look like you can use a drink, my friend.” Antonin grinned, spreading his hands wide as he looked at the younger Slytherin: the Black heir, through and through, regal and handsome but looking young as ever, even innocent still. Malleable. “I hear there’s a floo line directly to Hogsmeade and, most importantly, the Three Broomsticks set up for families - I say we take full advantage of it.”

@regulus-wil

[remus-whoisleft]

almost strangers | remus & regulus

Remus wasn’t the type to begrudge anyone, especially not two of his best friends - but he couldn’t help the slight feeling of apprehension as he made his way toward the prefect’s lounge to meet up with his partner for the evening. James and Lily were still new to the Head Boy/Girl thing, he knew matching people up fairly for partnered patrols could get frustrating with so many different schedules to consider and match up together. He loved both of them, didn’t say a word about it when he saw the newest schedule posted.

And surely Regulus Black would be a perfectly pleasant patrol partner. The unease came from a place of loyalty to Sirius, obviously, and far less so any House rivalry: his favorite person to go on patrols with, after Lily (of course, and now James, if they ever got a shift together) was Emma Vanity. So he tried to do his diplomatic best to shake off any worries or anxieties that he might say something wrong to Regulus or, perhaps, that Regulus would say something wrong to him.

He was a nice lad, for all Remus knew. One had to take Sirius Black’s stories about members of his family with a tiny grain of salt, after all: the only people he believed to be as awful as Sirius told hushed tales about were Orion and Walburga. Bellatrix, too, maybe, but he’d had firsthand experience there. He slipped out of his reverie, the slowly quieting halls of Hogwarts giving his journey to the lounge a disconnected sort of feel, comforted by the dimming candle lights on the walls. He murmured the password to the lounge once he approached the door and stepped inside once it swung open for him, eyes immediately landing upon his partner for the night.

“Hey, Regulus.” He said warmly, any traces of apprehension gone from his face and replaced with a small smile, leaning against the wall by the door and eyeing the Black heir curiously. “Ready to go, mate? Fair warning; McGonagall’s already got us scrambling with Animagi theory so I apologize in advance if I start zoning out, or, y’know: mumbling to myself about Mandrake leaves.”

@regulus-wil

[bloody-avery]

it’s got my mind, it’s got my soul;

@thebetterblxck

It was the same dream she’d had the night before. Cassie couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard she tried, couldn’t change what happened or what she saw. Mary MacDonald in the hallway, screaming on the floor, her father calling her a traitor as she received her Dark Mark, being dragged through the bank and marked, blood on her arm and the words TRAITOR carved there for all to see. She kept trying to tell herself that it was a dream, that it was alright, that she knew what was happening and knew that it had to be over soon, but it wasn’t. It felt real, and that was the part that scared her the most. 

That was the part, until Regulus’ body hit the ground next to her, arm marked with the same letters as hers, TRAITOR, and eyes staring blankly back at her. 

“Traitor,” Beni whispered from the corner. 

She woke up and someone was holding her wrists, saying her name, trying to get her to put down her wand as she tried to point it at their head. She gasped, whole body shaking as she tried to focus on their face. It was Regulus, looking at her like she’d completely lost her mind. Her wand dropped from her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered out, still shaking as she tried to make herself relax. Her Dark Mark wasn’t burning; she was here, she was safe. It was okay. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was just a dream.” Her throat felt raw; she thought she might’ve been screaming. She sucked in another few uneven breaths and unclenched her hands from fists. “I-I’m sorry.”

[remusnotromulus]

secret’s out ;;

@thebetterblxck

Remus had been waiting for Sirius to get home for half an hour. He didn’t like waiting, didn’t like when Sirius wasn’t home; the flat felt empty, boring. So he folded laundry, did the dishes, tried and failed to do handstands for ten minutes. He finally got bored and sat down with a book.

Naturally, the minute he got comfortable, there was a knock at the door.

He hopped right up, rolling his eyes, thinking that Sirius was knocking since he’d left his keys at home-- which had been on the floor where he had dropped them the previous night-- and opened the door, holding the keys in one hand. “Looking for these?”

He wasn’t. Because it wasn’t Sirius standing in the door. It was Regulus.

Remus took an involuntary step backwards. Avery must have told him. That’s why he was here. He looked to see if Regulus was holding his wand, and he wasn’t. He relaxed the slightest fraction, but still looked ready to run as he met Regulus’ gaze. 

“Uh, Sirius isn’t here,” he said awkwardly. “He’s still at work...”

[bloody-avery]

puzzle pieces ;;

@thebetterblxck

Cassie entered the house around seven in the morning, mind abuzz and notebook still clutched in her hand. She kicked off her shoes and put down her bag, keeping her notebook in hand as she climbed the stairs and practically stumbled, exhausted, to her room. Regulus was there, getting dressed, and she took his wrist as she passed him, tugging him back towards bed before she dropped down onto the mattress with a small, tired groan. 

She held up the notebook to him. “I found something.” She rolled onto her back and looked over at him. “Can you stay?”