Intuition // Sirius & Regulus
@sirius-whoisleft
Regulus had only been following one rule this year – avoid his brother. Not only for the fact that the Black family had disowned him, but also because the moment he saw Sirius, his stomach twisted and his chest hurt. He chucked it down to being disgusted by his mere presence, but even he couldn’t pretend it was so black and white. No, much easier to scarcely acknowledge his existence.
And then, Alphard died.
It wasn’t a shock to Regulus when the inheritance was left to Sirius. Throughout his childhood, Regulus remembered them being close, almost envious of the fact. Alphard took a shining to Sirius, whether it was his rebellious nature or the childish pranks, Regulus would never know. But it was a close connection Regulus didn’t share, not that he minded.
After clearing the house and learning some interesting facts about their uncle, Regulus thought that he could continue his life as usual, playing ignorant to his traitor brothers existence. His parents had other plans. Alphard was still family, and they wanted to know where his money was going, and more importantly, if it was being spent ‘correctly’.
Regulus didn’t understand why they needed to know – they had disowned their first son, so what he did with money that was rightfully his was none of their business. But, as always, he agreed to do what his parents wished of him, and began to keep tabs on his older brother, much to his distaste. Which is why he found himself in the courtyard leading to Hogsmeade.
Regulus didn’t have the time nor effort to physically follow the boy himself, but it was easy to persuade – or perhaps scare – a couple of third years to find out what he was doing. One of them, a Hufflepuff, spotted him talking to Mundungus Fletcher multiple times, usually in the same location at around the same time. Now, the fifth year Slytherin didn’t know much about the students, and he liked it that way. But he’d heard of what Mundungus got up too.
Right on schedule, he spotted his brother. He didn’t know whether he was leaving Mundungus or going to him, and honestly, he didn’t care. But before he could confirm his suspicions to his parents, he needed to make sure he was correct.
Regulus stood. He hated this part, he really did – watching his brother stroll across the grounds casually, an air of confidence Regulus could never dream to mimic. As if the events at Grimmauld Place never happened. With a steady pace, Regulus approached him, falling into step next to him and shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Hi.”
He wanted to punch himself for the weak words, the lack of confidence and the ill feeling that had so suddenly washed over him. He coughed, trying to regain some strength in his speech.
“Mind if I walk with you for a bit?”
