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Batman 2016 #issue 17
From the makers of Cub Foods OWLBEAR
I have a wild 8 year timeline I've cooked up for this guy over the last couple months in my brain/sketchbook but for now he's a 21(ish) yr old baby
Gale the Virgin Witch!!
Looking at my pile of unfinished drafts, I found a certain one with Regulus + prongsfoot. An AU in which prongsfoot are together with no Lily and Harry, Regulus betrays Voldemort when he is older and dies but puts his daughter in uncle Sirius' care before that. It's the first time I have an original character in my works. Here is a very very very small part.
🌷 Uncle Sirius meets his niece 🌷
The silence was heavy.
Sirius had never experienced such an atmosphere since the last time he was in 12 Grimmauld Place long ago in which he was scolded for being sorted into Gryffindor. The only difference was that at that time he was a helpless child, praying for someone to take him away but this time a child was being placed in his care which was utterly ridiculous by default since he had zero idea how to interact with one.
Apparently, Regulus didn't agree. He was sitting on the coach, sipping his tea politely, frowning now and then. Sirius didn't blame him. James didn't know how to brew anything unless it was coffee and obviously Regulus, a Black through and through, wasn't enjoying tea served in a mug instead of a porcelain cup, plus the fact that the hot drink was made with a muggle tea bag. Sirius sympathised mentally. No matter how much he hated it, he was a Black as well. Appreciating tea time, fine china and jam muffins ran in the family.
Back to the topic.
Sirius wasn't sure if his brother was mentally sane or if he had gotten a prophetic vision from some crazy entity above. What he was sure of though, was that Regulus and him were not on good terms or on the same side of this godforsaken war. So, seeing him sitting so casually on his - and James' - coach was a bit of a shock. No, make it a double shock, as there was a small girl sitting beside him as well, holding tight on his green robes.
She had slightly curly hair, black and lush. Her eyes were big and grey, looking around curiously, blinking now and then under heavy eyelashes. She was no more than five but she was all elegance and grace, an absolute doll.
She was a perfect example of Black beauty.
Wait…Black beauty? Sirius' eyes went wide but before he could speak, the little girl blinked owlishly at him again before turning to Regulus. "He looks like the boy in the portrait."
"That is because he is the boy in the portrait. He is your uncle Sirius."
Sirius gaped. Thankfully James was there to take over. "Is she your daughter?" He asked Regulus, rather flatly before cooing the small girl. "You are so beautiful, little Lady."
"My name is Suheila Black. Suheila as in a star." She blushed and introduced herself formally, looking challengingly at James as if daring him to make fun of her name. She looked like a ferocious little lion cub and Sirius grinned, quite pleased with what he was seeing. One more Gryffindor in the Black family didn't hurt.
Blacks and their obsession with stars was ridiculous. Obviously Suheila didn't think so because she looked very proud of her name.
"What portrait?" He couldn't help but to ask.
Regulus' pale cheeks reddened a bit. "The one mother commissioned before you left for Hogwarts. Suheila loves that."
Sirius remembered that, mostly because his joints were in agony after sitting motionless for hours. He didn't ask why Regulus had kept it. "I see you are married now." He said, the notion strangely foreign and a bit funny.
"I was. My wife passed away during childbirth." Answered Regulus curtly and Sirius winced. "I'm sorry."
"No need. You wouldn't have liked her anyway since you are not fond of purebloods."
"James is a pureblood." Sirius pointed out. "and I am very fond of him."
"Potter is a blood traitor." Regulus said, sharp and cutting. "Don't get me wrong. I am not here to berate either of you." He continued as if he had not just snapped at James.
🐜bug hunting at night for fun and profit🐜
(Inspired by this post from @sonohban)