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Slytherin ~ Fifth Year ~ 16 the heart of a lion in the skin of a snake -Closed RP Blog-

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“Oh, I’m very aware. It’s sheer luck I’ve still got my eye brows. I’m just a bit tired is all–I promise not to turn your quill into a grasshopper or something.”

“Well you’re not inspiring confidence there Macdonald, but i guess as long as you aren’t doing anything too dangerous with your notes you should be ok.”

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Duties of a Black || Cissa & Reg

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“Ha,” the blonde let out a bitter laugh. Sure her cousin was probably trying to make her feel better with his continued teasing. Or maybe himself. All the same, she shook her head. “The only way I move up in mother’s eyes is if one of the other two get disowned, which I don’t see happening.”

Not that she wanted it to. Even for her own selfish desires, her sisters meant the world to Narcissa. She’d be devestated if either of them did get disowned. But a little recognition from her mother might be nice now and again.

“Well we’ve already got one on this side so who knows” Regulus replied with a shrug trying not to let his true feelings on the subject show. Because he wasn’t supposed to care at all that his brother was banished from the house. He wasn’t supposed to care that he usually ate dinner alone with Kreacher during the summer holidays.

 But this wasn’t Narcissas issue, she had all of her sisters after all, so taking a deep breath Regulus sighed “Quiet out tonight isn’t it?” He asked hoping shed follow his lead and change the subject to something less, well, recent. 

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“Absolutely no problem, you’re a saviour Regulus . I’ve just been so scattered today…” 

Well thats not a good thing to be when we’re in transfiguration. You’re likely have something explode, or bite you. 

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Duties of a Black || Cissa & Reg

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Narcissa would always win arguments if she started to whine. She always had because for one no one in her family had been taught arguing was good, and for another no one could be bothered to put up with it. Both points were often used to the blonde’s advantage.

“Lucky you,” Narcissa rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling a little sullen. “Unfortunately we can’t all be our mother’s favourite, though I’m sure I’d barely even get a scolding for upsetting you.” At least not from her own parents. Her aunt Walburga might be an entirely different matter.

Looking down Regulus ran a hand through his hair scoffing slightly as Narcissa spoke. “Well maybe one day you’ll rise in the ranks” he teased lightly ignoring the other part of her words. 

He wasn’t sure how the other black family dynamics worked, but he did know that Walburga Black had always thought herself the leader with him as her precious property. And if someone threatened her property she would make it so they didn’t do it again even if they were her own flesh and blood. 

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“Oh, I’ve left mine in my last class. If you have got one could I borrow it?”

“Sure, I guess.” He replied “Though i’m not sure I have any extra ink, so you might have to share mine”

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He was smoking again. It wasn’t an addiction, he only had one every couple days, he could go months without them. It made him calm, the smoke curling like paint in water. The embers falling slowly into the remnants of March snow. Sirius leant against the base of the Gryffindor tower, arms crossed tightly against his leather jacket. He became aware of a presence next to him. Cigarette left his smirking mouth via two fingers. The smirk was for show, he hated saying these things to his brother. Yet it was necessary.

“Why hello brother mine, how’s that stick up your arse fairing?”

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Feeling the bite to his brother’s words Regulus wondered why he even approached him at all. It wasn’t like he’d treated him any different since he left, with Regulus trying to catch Sirius alone so he might fulfill the kindly loving brotherly fantasies he built up in his head, and Sirius blowing holes in the gesture each and every time. “Better than yours I might say,” Regulus retorted with a sigh “But then again I’ve always been biased now haven’t I?”

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“Oh, for the love of god… You haven’t got an extra quill, have you?”

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“Um, I’m not sure but I might”

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“I am the blood cousin of some Blacks. Trust me when I say I know the power of a favor in the hands of one of your family,” Evan said with a smirk. He’d owed Andromeda once and never forgot the cost of what it took to fulfill her favor. He’d nearly been skinned alive by his parents for the deceit, let alone cost of putting on a spectacle for the ‘princess he was bound to serve’. “But let’s do it then. A favor for a favor.”

Evan released the first snitch and then flew closer to Regulus, intending to make the first round more of a race than a contest of skill, because both came down to making the cut when it came to being a Seeker. “Just give it a moment, and then we’re off. I hope you remember how to fly that broom.”

Nodding Regulus readied himself, watching the snitch dart out of the others hand from out of the corner of his eye. While a good all around player Evan was not fit for the role of seeker and the young black was well aware of that. Which was why he ignored some of the arrogance wafting off the boy and instead focused on keeping his eye on the snitch fading off into the distance. 

“I hope you remember how to lose”  Regulus said before mounting his broom hovering a few few above the ground. If he had been a dishonest person he would have left already, but in the grand scheme of things Regulus knew that wining that way would leave a bad taste in his mouth, so he waited for the other’s signal.

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I left you behind to save myself.  I had friends that gave me the world and all they asked was loyalty in return; It came easy for them.    I watched you fall steadily into what I feared most for myself.  You became the subtle nightmare of me;  and I could only watch it happen from a table across the room.         I have not forgiven myself.      I was gone before you learned the truth  before you understood the fate of the path you walked      I was not there when You faced him.  I did not know when you fell for the world           you would never see.        You paid the ultimate price for my abandonment. My mistake was this:  I had not yet learned to sacrifice myself  and so I sacrificed you instead.

(M.D.C.) (Brother, Mourned.)

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Breakfast of Champions | Open

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Her features would contort with a mock look of contemplation at his words, her lips puckering as her shoulders would rise delicately towards her ears, “Oh it serves a purpose, I will give you that,” she mused as he would shake her, smirk growing ever more pronounced as he would move away. “Yet it is such an arbitrary creature, felt so differently by others—demonstrated in so many fitful ways…” the thought of another’s fear—of his demonstration of the vile emotion had her heart beating just a little faster within her chest.

The amusement would slip from her features as she would take a solitary step towards him, dark eyes piercing his at the mention of her once cousin. With such things would come the memories—shards that had at one time been painful as they would be placed into her ruined heart, yet now they sat dulled. Pushing and prodding against the lead which had begun to leach its way around such a muscle, yet it would be the way he turned his back to her—showed him his weak side, that would have her feet moving silently against those stones—wand slipping from her sleeve as she would come up behind him.

Bellatrix took hold of the younger boy, wand kept like the blade of a knife against his throat as she would press in against the back of him, voice but a whisper as her eyes would tear holes into the wall across from them. “You forget your place,” she cooed, although the bite of anger was easily apparent as the thing would shift further awake within her mind, claws scratching at the insides of her skull—seeking reprieve—seeking the sweet scent of blood. “Much like him sadly…”

The second the word were out of his mouth Regulus knew he’d been wrong to joke with Bella like that. Because Bella didn’t sharpen words and smiles to use as her arsenal of weapons, no Bella used actual weapons, consisting of fear and wands point to get what she wanted. So it came at really no surprise when the cold tip of her wand came to press against his jugular, his body stuck standing still as his cousins claws ensnared him. 

Standing there for a moment listening to her threats Regulus took a long deep breath, the action quelling parts of the fear that had crept into his heart. He’d been in in these positions before after all, with someone thinking him weak and Sirius like. But if they were smart they would realize, it was in these moments, the ones where he had to turn into that cold and ruthless version of himself he desperately wanted nothing to do with, that he proved how little he really resembled his older brother. So knowing that he was going to have to fight his way out of this Regulus placed a smile upon his lips, sharpening his words, and readying his own weapons. 

“No Bella I think you forget yours.” he countered simply, pretending as if nothing was wrong, the malice in his voice hiding underneath a layer of apathy. “Because unlike you I actually hold some worth in world” He scoffed out, remembering and subsequently imitating all those times Orion Black had threatened those beneath him. Because in Regulus’ eyes, even though she held him still for now, Bella was beneath him. In status, in manners, in gender, in everything that mattered, she was beneath him. And as he reminded himself tim and time again when he found himself in these positions, no matter how fearful he got of her madness, his mothers madness, the madness of the world around him ‘Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep Regulus.’

So taking a deep breath though he made a show of examining his cuticles, knowing his non-chalant manor about the whole affair would most likely upset Bella. “Plus you’d make an awful lot of enemies if you misaligned yourself with the only heir to the most ancient and noble house of Black.” He continued simply, as if this was nothing more than a mere inconvenience for him. “But with that in mind I guess you can go ahead if you want,” He continued turning his neck ever so slightly, barring it almost in a way to her. “Do. Your. Worst.” His smirk widened after with every pause. And while he knew she couldn’t see it, it made him happy to know that he had her, trapped between a rock and her desire for blood.  “But just remember Bella,” he cooed back at her, knowing he was sealing his fate with every last breath “Karma is one hell of a bitch.”

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It couldn’t be helped. When the youngest Black opened his mouth, Ted expected nothing but harsh words; instead he got the sassiest comment he think he’d ever heard from someone not his sister. Ted burst into laughter, unburdened for one bright, keen moment that he maintained it. Then it faded, but the lightness kept in him for a moment longer, biding a soft smile for the young Black boy. “Ah, but Regulus, you assume I’m rooting for the Wasps or the English team. The good old Irish are where my heart lies, and they’re not losing just yet.”

Ignoring the other’s laughter Regulus picked gingerly piked up his tea cup from it’s saucer. “Well sorry If i just assume that you’d want to root for teams that might actually win things in the coming future,” Regulus stated flatly eyes full of mirth. “But then again you are a Hufflepuff so I should have known” smiling into the rim of the cup regulus took a long swig of his tea before putting everything back in place. 

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Evan had initially tried out for the team as a Seeker. He had the build, if he’d grown a bit since his try outs, and he had the speed. But his deft eye for the Snitch was better suited elsewhere on the pitch, so he took up his position and left the Seeking to someone less distracted than he. But a one on one competition to win? Evan could do that. He reached out to ruffle Regulus’s hair playfully, then grabbed a couple practice Snitches from the chest near their locker room door. “All right, then. We go best two of three. And to make it interesting, since you’re not needing much help specifically, I bet on myself to win. If I lose, I owe you one favor of anything you like.”

Evan rarely made deals, even favors could mean trouble, but he wanted to see Regulus try for this. The boy could play but everyone worked better with a bit more heart and soul in their moves, and perhaps it would give Regulus the edge he needed to have a contest. Evan knew it would help him, depending on the stakes Regulus returned.

Rolling his eyes at the other as he ruffled his hair, Regulus shook his head a little resisting the urge to run his fingers through everything Evan had touched. But while it bothered him that his hair was now tousled and out of place, courtesy of one pesky chaser, he knew the feeling would pass once he was up in the air.  

Looking at the other boy though as he stated the stakes, Regulus couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips twitch a smirk poised behind a porcelain face “Thats a dangerous game you play there Evan, bargaining with Blacks for favors” He commented eyes narrowing slightly. It would have been a heated competition regardless of whatever Evan had said, the other boy reminding too much of Sirius for Regulus to even think about slacking off. But if favors were involved, then this game could be turn into something entirely different. Something that neither could afford to lose, with alliances and darkness so close at hand.  “Fine” he stated with a long sigh “If I lose I Regulus Arcturus Black will owe you one favor  of your choosing then. Sound fair to you? A favor for a favor?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing that while Evans favor was nice a favor from the only heir to the house of black would be worth far more. 

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(x) | Logan Lerman Indignation Interview - Berlin Film Festival.

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must it always be a tragedy?

“Regulus got in a little too deep. Like Draco. He was attracted to it, but the reality of what it meant was way too much to handle.”

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Duties of a Black || Cissa & Reg

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“I do!” Narcissa insisted, sounding frightfully like she was whining. But her mother wasn’t around to tell her off for it, so she did it all the same. Besides, Reg was teasing her, which of course prompted her whining.

She knew she’d won him over when he sighed. He didn’t like Gryffindors, neither of them did. But his brother was in Gryffindor, and his brother was also a traitorous arse, so she did see that he had more reason to dislike them from her. But she also saw it as an excellent reason to try and get house points docked from her dear cousin’s house.

“Then to spare me the wrath of Walburga Black, on my honour we will be careful,” Narcissa laughed, turning back and sticking her tongue out at him in reply.

Looking at her Regulus rolled his eyes playfully, but dropped it in the end. He didn’t really want to get into a whiny argument with Cissa about some stupid alarm clock and her inability to use one. Plus Walburga would have scolded him for such behavior, even if he was fighting with his cousin.

Pursing his lips though at the mention of his dear mother, e scoffed slightly shaking his head at Narcissa. “You better keep yourself to that, I am my mother’s precious child after all” He smirked at her chucking to himself.