#regulus7

[foolgraves]

LOCATION: 12 Grimmauld Place. FEATURING: Regulus Black. @regulus7​

The skies were silvery and foreboding, an overcast of shadow and light twisting grievously in fine coils above the Borough of Islington. A sight that would’ve disheartened anyone who strayed outside the comfort of their homes, or workplace. But not her. For time had passed, and finally Rosalie Flint had found herself at the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. It came sooner than anticipated, and before she had finished smoothing over her jacket with her hand, the intimidating door swung open. The family's house-elf greeted Rosalie, and she timidly stepped inside. “Wait here,” he told her. “I will inform Master Regulus of your arrival.” Rosalie gave a courtly ‘thank you’ before the creature trode off down the long hallway. Left standing around by the front door, her eyes curiously danced around the narrow passage. The art pieces hung expertly on the walls had caught her attention. All perfectly framed and intricately detailed. Unblemished. Not even touched by the test of time. 

[foolgraves]

LOCATION: Diagon Alley, Sorcerer’s March for Equality. FEATURING: Regulus Black. @regulus7​

Leaving Rosa Lee’s in no clear hurry, Rosalie’s footsteps quickened as she created distance between herself and the shop, pushing through the crowd that took up the pathway with difficulty. The surrounding space was airless, closing in more and more than before as she continued on. Narrowly sidestepping a greater crowd, Rosalie’s relief was temporary. A man had soon knocked her into the nearby wall, shoulder first and hitting the brick with a noticeable thud. Too preoccupied with yelling along with the rest of the crowd to be careful, he hadn’t noticed his wrongdoing until it had already passed.

[foolgraves]

—  surprising, yet not. ( poem credit ). graphic requested featuring rosalie and regulus. for @regulus7

[foolgraves]

LOCATION: The Flint Estate. FEATURING: Regulus Black. @regulus7​

Rosalie had stepped away from the celebrations and expected formalities of making her rounds with the guests. She found her away into a corridor just off the grand parlour with the intent of gathering her composure. It had become overwhelming rather abruptly, regardless of how exclusive the guest list was. Rosalie was tasked with keeping up appearances, acknowledging other members of the Sacred as if nothing could ever trouble her.

The opposite was true, of course. Many a great thing had Rosalie perturbed. She was steadying her breath when she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly fixed her dress and cleared her throat. “I’ll be back in just one moment.” Rosalie assured before turning around to greet whoever it was. She was visibly relieved upon discovering it was not her mother, nor her father. Nonetheless, someone she hadn’t expected to see wandering the halls. “Regulus.”