serpents’ sabbatical | ANDROMEDA & REGULUS
“I take it you have been properly threatened to make an appearance outside of the wing?”
A thick curl of smoke trailed from the seeker’s mouth as he canted his head away from the approaching brunette. The boy’s torso hung lazily against the stone wall, emerald tie loosened and raven locks hanging freely across his tawny chest. Regulus was grateful his mother had yet to set foot in the castle; his disheveled appearance would likely send her into a proper fit - if his unwelcome habit did not do so first.
Regulus stubbed the remnants of his cigarette into the cobbled wall behind him, calloused fingers flicking the gnarled paper away haphazardly. Perhaps it would do Filch some good to do some actual work around the castle instead of poking his nose into other people’s business and sobbing about the resident poltergeist.
“Slughorn has already voiced his concerns about my absence from practice. Amazing how greatly he cares for his most stellar students when it is most advantageous. You’d think it was his sister lying in the Hospital Wing.”
