open starter / inaugural gala.
HE’S LOST. tragically lost, really. it’s not even a product of him adjusting to the new world, really — he’s an adaptable guy, he’ll tell anyone who asks, because it does tend to be the first question — this is just his simple being. regulus isn’t entirely sure why he was invited to this ( the ministry’s attempt at peacemaking ? a ploy to get more information as to what to expect from him ? ), and he’s even less sure as to why he actually wound up coming besides a generalized idea of ‘ i really need to figure out some of this shit sometime. ‘ it’s the archives, that’s what he’s sure of. things don’t look terribly different, but he never spent much time in the ministry even before. “ OH, HELLO, “ his voice is soft, london accent mixed with a general distaste for raising his voice, and he wishes he could figure this out himself, but it’s verging on two hours into this aimless roam, and it’s getting excessive at this point. but he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s lost, alright ? he’s a capable guy. so, instead, branding on a smile, he tilts his head, “ how are you tonight ? enjoying the... festivities ? “