Wayfaring Stranger ‹‹ Atticus and Regulus
Regulus could go home. He could go home and face his mother, get it over with, but the part that was willing to do that was very small and quiet. The chances that he wouldn't get his ear screamed off, or something hexed were, in his mind, very low. He'd been imprisoned, after all, and he knew people would talk. Even as he thought about it, his feet were taking him in the opposite direction of the family home.
It had been careless, getting himself taken to Azkaban, and that weighed heavily on his mind, on top of how drained he felt from the experience. It was one he hoped never to relive, hoped never to have to even think about. He was still cold from the recent presence of so many dementors, and he knew that his imprisonment was something he would hope for the rest of his life to never think about or repeat.
Trying not to think for too long on it, he thought instead on where he should go instead. Somewhere to drink, most likely. Maybe Firewhiskey would chase away the chill that didn't seem to be going away. Firewhiskey, and maybe an actual fire. Much as he usually resented it, he wanted to wind up somewhere full of life, warmth and happiness.
As deep in thought as he was, he looked up just in time to see a face that was strangely familiar. There was no name that came to mind, but Regulus knew he knew him from school. Did he know him from somewhere else, as well? School didn't feel like the right answer. As his footsteps took him closer, it clicked into place. The last meeting he'd been at, he'd seen this face, ready to support the same cause.
Without truly intending to, he made eye contact with him, and raised an eyebrow. He couldn't have stopped himself if he'd tried though. He was curious, curious about this person he'd only really seen in the library, but who spent his time outside of school, apparently, serving a noble cause.