The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.
Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?
Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.
Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.
Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.
Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.
Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.
Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...
Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.
Remus sighs. As much as he had wanted to get drunk tonight, he knew that wouldn’t be an option. Especially with how hammered Sirius was already; they’d only been here for fifteen minutes, for Merlin’s sake!
“Sirius, you’re drinking too much water. It’s gonna come up eventually.” Remus warns, but Sirius doesn’t listen to him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Remus groans, as Sirius drags him towards the dance floor when Queens “Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy” comes on, but he follows.
Hello. My name is Narcissa Altair Black. (people i love call me Cissa) If I'm the meanest person you've ever met, you've never met my family. If I'm the nicest person you've ever met... damn, I'm sorry.
About me:
I'm straight. cough cough totally
I don't like mudbloods. I have nothing against you guys but my family hates you
Nicknames are how I show love. If I call you by your legally given first name, I probably don't know you or i don't like you. (unless your name is really short)
I am a Slytherin. I should have been in Ravenclaw but my parents made me re-sort. You will likely find me:
in the ravenclaw girls' dorm with rita, em, and dora
in the slytherin girls' dorm with cas, bella, and andie
on the quidditch pitch with reg
in the slytherin boys' dorm, yelling at ev and crouch for something stupid they've done
painting/drawing/reading/writing/studying in the nicest corner of the library
devising new methods of murder in the library/my dorm
executing said methods of murder. anywhere. everywhere. you will never see me coming.
but you're as likely to find me in the Ravenclaw dorm with Rita, Em, Xeno, Dora, and Gil, as in the Slytherin dorm with Cas and.
I'm a chaser. An excellent one, too. And I am a girl who has no tolerance for sexism, so shut up and swallow whatever stupid comment you were about to make.
I'm not overly emotional. I can't be.
I'm the favorite child. because i'm a heartless, cold monster. 🎀✨
Please note that I will never, ever hesitate to tell you to fuck off.
Hobbies: Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Watercolor Painting, Sketching, Legilimency, Reading, Poetry, Poisoning People Who Piss Me Off.
ooc: this is a rp account, my main account is @siriuslyobsessed394
pls interact <33
no likey? take a hikey!
People I know (under the cut):
OOC: alr so im part of multiple rps lol so this will get a lil bit chaotic lol <3
---from the real marauders rp---
Siri: @the-official-padfoot - my annoying little cousin. pain in the ass. member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. love him tho
Marlene: @marlene-fucking-mckinnon - feminist, excellent quidditch player, that I can respect.
Remus: @whyarentyoustudying - the only member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™ who possesses any braincells. randomly disappears from time to time???
James: @the-greatest-stag-man - ringleade(e)r of ✨Idiot Squad✨™. good chaser though, and seems pretty nice.
Peter: @pete-loves-jelly-beans - underrated, good at herbology, also a member of ✨Idiot Squad✨™
Severus: @snifellus - sort of annoying, but crazy good at potions. he's alright, i suppose.
Mary: @pretty-little-mary - really seems like an angel with no filter and an amazing sense of style.
Lily: @the-og-lily-evans - she's kind of awesome. i really want to get to know her better.
Reggie: @heir-to-the-house-of-black - my baby cousin. intense forced to be perfect vibes. i see a lot of myself in him. also GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAYYY. ;D
Cas: @frolickinginthemeadowes - the person who makes this hellhole of a house worth it. love her <33 /p
Dora: @the-pandorarosier - sunshine and daisies and rainbows and the light of this world <3 also excellent seer
Crouch: @the-officalbartycrouch-jr - complete idiot and unofficial adopted baby brother
Ev: @evan-a-rosier
---from @whatonearthisgoingon's rp---
@blacksheepoftheblackfamily Sirius. My cousin. Complete idiot, would be smart if he ever tried. Rebel. My parents' second favorite topic to complain about, after me and my sisters.
@respectfullyfuckoff Regulus. My younger, much saner cousin. He's really quite nice if you get to know him... but like don't talk to him ever unless you're me or one of his bffs, he will kill you on the spot. I mean even if you are me or one of his bffs, there's always a solid 30% chance he will kill you on the spot, so...
---from @poppy-petals18's rp---
@m0ony-the-w0lf Remus. Good at school. Reads Shakespeare. Gets sick strangely often. Atp basically my bestie.
@jfprongsie Jamie. Ringleader of the Idiot Squad. He's nice, though.
@wormtail-on-a-string Peter. He's excellent at herbology.
@my-name-is-lilyevans Lily. She's not afraid to speak her mind, that I can definitely respect.
@yourmarymacdonald Mary. She's really nice and an excellent therapist.
@signed-rab Reg. My cousin. Black heir. A lot like me.
know nothing about me? never heard of me? really? not even after that one herbology class in fourth year when you squeezed your bubetuber too hard and got it all over me and i was in the hospital wing for weeks?? i thought we had some good chats when you were in the bed next to me for two days...
know nothing about me? never heard of me? really? not even after that one herbology class in fourth year when you squeezed your bubetuber too hard and got it all over me and i was in the hospital wing for weeks?? i thought we had some good chats when you were in the bed next to me for two days...
I have no fucking clue. He cornered me, threatened to murder me if I hurt you, and then we started talking and became friends. I think. Civil, at least. I think we’re meeting up again later.
It's not that simple though—I do talk to him, and either he'll snap at me, or well... Sometimes, we actually seem to get along, but then the next day, it's like we never did.
I have no fucking clue. He cornered me, threatened to murder me if I hurt you, and then we started talking and became friends. I think. Civil, at least. I think we’re meeting up again later.
It's not that simple though—I do talk to him, and either he'll snap at me, or well... Sometimes, we actually seem to get along, but then the next day, it's like we never did.
I have no fucking clue. He cornered me, threatened to murder me if I hurt you, and then we started talking and became friends. I think. Civil, at least. I think we’re meeting up again later.
It's not that simple though—I do talk to him, and either he'll snap at me, or well... Sometimes, we actually seem to get along, but then the next day, it's like we never did.
I have no fucking clue. He cornered me, threatened to murder me if I hurt you, and then we started talking and became friends. I think. Civil, at least. I think we’re meeting up again later.
I have no fucking clue. He cornered me, threatened to murder me if I hurt you, and then we started talking and became friends. I think. Civil, at least. I think we’re meeting up again later.
Beyond the obvious (son of a blood traitor and a Mudblood), it’s clear that he’s on edge often. Sometimes it seems more like anxiety, sometimes more like he’ll rip someone’s throat out. Regulus couldn’t shake the fear that Lupin would hurt Sirius somehow (“but why do I even care anyway”)
Oh, sure, enough people had told him ‘You’re entirely delusional’ or ‘there is only one person going around about to murder people at the slightest breath and it’s you, you idiot,’ but his mind had been made up.
Call him conspiratorial. (He is.) Say he should get psychiatrically evaluated. (He should.) But he had a mission. And a charging bull is easier to stop, any day, than a Slytherin on a mission.
“What’s wrong with you?” Regulus asks bluntly, having tracked Remus down to the library. “I know it’s something. Don’t you have better things to do with your life than prey on my moron of a brother?” He snarls.
—Regulus Black, @heir-to-the-house-of-black
“Umm…” Remus pauses, he wasn’t expecting to get pulled over by the youngest Black today, “I’m not preying on Sirius?”
He cringes. Why did that sound like a question?
“And… er, theres nothing wrong with me. I don’t know why it matters so much to you, anyway.”
Remus tries to walk away from Regulus, but is quickly stopped again.
Regulus grabs Remus by the shoulder and spins him around.
“Are you seriously joking with me right now?! Yeah, mate, that’s what I’m asking! Do you even know?” Regulus takes a deep breath to calm himself. It really doesn’t work.
“And this may shock you entirely, but yes, I do have enough of a soul to care whether or not Sirius gets brutally murdered or not, thanks very much.”
“I know there’s something about you, Lupin,” Regulus calls after him. “You act so innocent, but don’t think I haven’t noticed how you avoided the question. What is it, huh? Dark, murderous past? Evil and monstrous side? I’ll find you out, Lupin. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“And as long as you keep that secret… you’re a threat to Sirius. Murder or not.”
He almost does a double-take at the near-compliment, but mentally chides himself. Of course Lupin doesn’t mean it.
“My reputation precedes me, I see. Fortunately for you—” Regulus scowls down his nose— “It is entirely incorrect.” And he’ll keep it that way, no matter what his parents say or do.
Regulus looks down and realizes he’s holding his hand at the ready. Laborously, he returns it to his side. “Will you talk now?” He asks gruffly, a bit embarrassed.
“No? I know you tried your best. Did he never tell you? There was more than just the occasional beating… there was starvation and regular beatings almost every night after you were asleep. He’s lost his trust in almost everybody except us… and, well.. you.”
“Oh, don’t you fucking dare—” Regulus growls, voice rising, and then his hand is on his wand, and then his wand is in Remus’ face, and he’s a second away from a curse, but brEATHE REGULUS BREATHE—
Painstakingly, Regulus drops his wand. He’s vaguely aware of hot tears on his cheeks. “Don’t you dare say something like that. You don’t have the right. You don’t.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Remus responds, raising his eyebrow. He looks unaffected, though he’s actually quite scared. “You asked for the truth, so that’s what I gave you.”
“I asked if that was an insult. A sufficient answer would be no,” Regulus manages. “You think that’s the kind of shit I want to be told in the library by my brother’s best—boyfriend—whatever the fuck?” He viciously swipes at his eyes.
“What else am I supposed to takeaway from that?” Remus begins to walk away, but then he turns back around, “Regulus, I know it feels like I’m stealing Sirius away from you, but if you just talked to him, he would respond. He wants to talk to you, no matter how much he acts like he doesn’t. And… if you ever wanna talk about it, I’m willing to listen.”
Regulus looks at Remus with cold, still-puffy eyes, tears nearly dry on his face. “I think both you and I know that none of your group will ever like me. And they don’t have to. And you don’t have to. But really, if people could start telling me upfront whether they tolerate my company, that’d be marvelous.”
“You don’t like the fact that I don’t tremendously like Muggles, I assume.” Regulus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a project to be fixed up. Take me as I am or leave me.”
Regulus tilts his head. “How peculiar.” A ghost of a smile flits across his face. “But I’ll take it.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Regulus Black.”
“Now,” Regulus declares with a wry smile, sitting down dramatically. “I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what strategies you use to study to get those legendary grades, because at least one of the Black brothers has to actually pass his O.W.L.s.”
“That’s easy. I stay after class if I have any questions, and then I ask the teacher to quiz me on it. And I’ve got a pretty photographic memory, so that helps.”
“Asking your teachers to quiz you? I’d never thought of that. You’re pretty smart, Lupin.” Regulus’ eyes dart to the clock and he curses. “Looks like it’s that time. I’d better be getting back.”
Beyond the obvious (son of a blood traitor and a Mudblood), it’s clear that he’s on edge often. Sometimes it seems more like anxiety, sometimes more like he’ll rip someone’s throat out. Regulus couldn’t shake the fear that Lupin would hurt Sirius somehow (“but why do I even care anyway”)
Oh, sure, enough people had told him ‘You’re entirely delusional’ or ‘there is only one person going around about to murder people at the slightest breath and it’s you, you idiot,’ but his mind had been made up.
Call him conspiratorial. (He is.) Say he should get psychiatrically evaluated. (He should.) But he had a mission. And a charging bull is easier to stop, any day, than a Slytherin on a mission.
“What’s wrong with you?” Regulus asks bluntly, having tracked Remus down to the library. “I know it’s something. Don’t you have better things to do with your life than prey on my moron of a brother?” He snarls.
—Regulus Black, @heir-to-the-house-of-black
“Umm…” Remus pauses, he wasn’t expecting to get pulled over by the youngest Black today, “I’m not preying on Sirius?”
He cringes. Why did that sound like a question?
“And… er, theres nothing wrong with me. I don’t know why it matters so much to you, anyway.”
Remus tries to walk away from Regulus, but is quickly stopped again.
Regulus grabs Remus by the shoulder and spins him around.
“Are you seriously joking with me right now?! Yeah, mate, that’s what I’m asking! Do you even know?” Regulus takes a deep breath to calm himself. It really doesn’t work.
“And this may shock you entirely, but yes, I do have enough of a soul to care whether or not Sirius gets brutally murdered or not, thanks very much.”
“I know there’s something about you, Lupin,” Regulus calls after him. “You act so innocent, but don’t think I haven’t noticed how you avoided the question. What is it, huh? Dark, murderous past? Evil and monstrous side? I’ll find you out, Lupin. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“And as long as you keep that secret… you’re a threat to Sirius. Murder or not.”
He almost does a double-take at the near-compliment, but mentally chides himself. Of course Lupin doesn’t mean it.
“My reputation precedes me, I see. Fortunately for you—” Regulus scowls down his nose— “It is entirely incorrect.” And he’ll keep it that way, no matter what his parents say or do.
Regulus looks down and realizes he’s holding his hand at the ready. Laborously, he returns it to his side. “Will you talk now?” He asks gruffly, a bit embarrassed.
“No? I know you tried your best. Did he never tell you? There was more than just the occasional beating… there was starvation and regular beatings almost every night after you were asleep. He’s lost his trust in almost everybody except us… and, well.. you.”
“Oh, don’t you fucking dare—” Regulus growls, voice rising, and then his hand is on his wand, and then his wand is in Remus’ face, and he’s a second away from a curse, but brEATHE REGULUS BREATHE—
Painstakingly, Regulus drops his wand. He’s vaguely aware of hot tears on his cheeks. “Don’t you dare say something like that. You don’t have the right. You don’t.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Remus responds, raising his eyebrow. He looks unaffected, though he’s actually quite scared. “You asked for the truth, so that’s what I gave you.”
“I asked if that was an insult. A sufficient answer would be no,” Regulus manages. “You think that’s the kind of shit I want to be told in the library by my brother’s best—boyfriend—whatever the fuck?” He viciously swipes at his eyes.
“What else am I supposed to takeaway from that?” Remus begins to walk away, but then he turns back around, “Regulus, I know it feels like I’m stealing Sirius away from you, but if you just talked to him, he would respond. He wants to talk to you, no matter how much he acts like he doesn’t. And… if you ever wanna talk about it, I’m willing to listen.”
Regulus looks at Remus with cold, still-puffy eyes, tears nearly dry on his face. “I think both you and I know that none of your group will ever like me. And they don’t have to. And you don’t have to. But really, if people could start telling me upfront whether they tolerate my company, that’d be marvelous.”
“You don’t like the fact that I don’t tremendously like Muggles, I assume.” Regulus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a project to be fixed up. Take me as I am or leave me.”
Regulus tilts his head. “How peculiar.” A ghost of a smile flits across his face. “But I’ll take it.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Regulus Black.”
“Now,” Regulus declares with a wry smile, sitting down dramatically. “I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what strategies you use to study to get those legendary grades, because at least one of the Black brothers has to actually pass his O.W.L.s.”
“That’s easy. I stay after class if I have any questions, and then I ask the teacher to quiz me on it. And I’ve got a pretty photographic memory, so that helps.”
“Asking your teachers to quiz you? I’d never thought of that. You’re pretty smart, Lupin.” Regulus’ eyes dart to the clock and he curses. “Looks like it’s that time. I’d better be getting back.”
Beyond the obvious (son of a blood traitor and a Mudblood), it’s clear that he’s on edge often. Sometimes it seems more like anxiety, sometimes more like he’ll rip someone’s throat out. Regulus couldn’t shake the fear that Lupin would hurt Sirius somehow (“but why do I even care anyway”)
Oh, sure, enough people had told him ‘You’re entirely delusional’ or ‘there is only one person going around about to murder people at the slightest breath and it’s you, you idiot,’ but his mind had been made up.
Call him conspiratorial. (He is.) Say he should get psychiatrically evaluated. (He should.) But he had a mission. And a charging bull is easier to stop, any day, than a Slytherin on a mission.
“What’s wrong with you?” Regulus asks bluntly, having tracked Remus down to the library. “I know it’s something. Don’t you have better things to do with your life than prey on my moron of a brother?” He snarls.
—Regulus Black, @heir-to-the-house-of-black
“Umm…” Remus pauses, he wasn’t expecting to get pulled over by the youngest Black today, “I’m not preying on Sirius?”
He cringes. Why did that sound like a question?
“And… er, theres nothing wrong with me. I don’t know why it matters so much to you, anyway.”
Remus tries to walk away from Regulus, but is quickly stopped again.
Regulus grabs Remus by the shoulder and spins him around.
“Are you seriously joking with me right now?! Yeah, mate, that’s what I’m asking! Do you even know?” Regulus takes a deep breath to calm himself. It really doesn’t work.
“And this may shock you entirely, but yes, I do have enough of a soul to care whether or not Sirius gets brutally murdered or not, thanks very much.”
“I know there’s something about you, Lupin,” Regulus calls after him. “You act so innocent, but don’t think I haven’t noticed how you avoided the question. What is it, huh? Dark, murderous past? Evil and monstrous side? I’ll find you out, Lupin. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“And as long as you keep that secret… you’re a threat to Sirius. Murder or not.”
He almost does a double-take at the near-compliment, but mentally chides himself. Of course Lupin doesn’t mean it.
“My reputation precedes me, I see. Fortunately for you—” Regulus scowls down his nose— “It is entirely incorrect.” And he’ll keep it that way, no matter what his parents say or do.
Regulus looks down and realizes he’s holding his hand at the ready. Laborously, he returns it to his side. “Will you talk now?” He asks gruffly, a bit embarrassed.
“No? I know you tried your best. Did he never tell you? There was more than just the occasional beating… there was starvation and regular beatings almost every night after you were asleep. He’s lost his trust in almost everybody except us… and, well.. you.”
“Oh, don’t you fucking dare—” Regulus growls, voice rising, and then his hand is on his wand, and then his wand is in Remus’ face, and he’s a second away from a curse, but brEATHE REGULUS BREATHE—
Painstakingly, Regulus drops his wand. He’s vaguely aware of hot tears on his cheeks. “Don’t you dare say something like that. You don’t have the right. You don’t.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Remus responds, raising his eyebrow. He looks unaffected, though he’s actually quite scared. “You asked for the truth, so that’s what I gave you.”
“I asked if that was an insult. A sufficient answer would be no,” Regulus manages. “You think that’s the kind of shit I want to be told in the library by my brother’s best—boyfriend—whatever the fuck?” He viciously swipes at his eyes.
“What else am I supposed to takeaway from that?” Remus begins to walk away, but then he turns back around, “Regulus, I know it feels like I’m stealing Sirius away from you, but if you just talked to him, he would respond. He wants to talk to you, no matter how much he acts like he doesn’t. And… if you ever wanna talk about it, I’m willing to listen.”
Regulus looks at Remus with cold, still-puffy eyes, tears nearly dry on his face. “I think both you and I know that none of your group will ever like me. And they don’t have to. And you don’t have to. But really, if people could start telling me upfront whether they tolerate my company, that’d be marvelous.”
“You don’t like the fact that I don’t tremendously like Muggles, I assume.” Regulus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a project to be fixed up. Take me as I am or leave me.”
Regulus tilts his head. “How peculiar.” A ghost of a smile flits across his face. “But I’ll take it.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Regulus Black.”
“Now,” Regulus declares with a wry smile, sitting down dramatically. “I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what strategies you use to study to get those legendary grades, because at least one of the Black brothers has to actually pass his O.W.L.s.”
“That’s easy. I stay after class if I have any questions, and then I ask the teacher to quiz me on it. And I’ve got a pretty photographic memory, so that helps.”
Beyond the obvious (son of a blood traitor and a Mudblood), it’s clear that he’s on edge often. Sometimes it seems more like anxiety, sometimes more like he’ll rip someone’s throat out. Regulus couldn’t shake the fear that Lupin would hurt Sirius somehow (“but why do I even care anyway”)
Oh, sure, enough people had told him ‘You’re entirely delusional’ or ‘there is only one person going around about to murder people at the slightest breath and it’s you, you idiot,’ but his mind had been made up.
Call him conspiratorial. (He is.) Say he should get psychiatrically evaluated. (He should.) But he had a mission. And a charging bull is easier to stop, any day, than a Slytherin on a mission.
“What’s wrong with you?” Regulus asks bluntly, having tracked Remus down to the library. “I know it’s something. Don’t you have better things to do with your life than prey on my moron of a brother?” He snarls.
—Regulus Black, @heir-to-the-house-of-black
“Umm…” Remus pauses, he wasn’t expecting to get pulled over by the youngest Black today, “I’m not preying on Sirius?”
He cringes. Why did that sound like a question?
“And… er, theres nothing wrong with me. I don’t know why it matters so much to you, anyway.”
Remus tries to walk away from Regulus, but is quickly stopped again.
Regulus grabs Remus by the shoulder and spins him around.
“Are you seriously joking with me right now?! Yeah, mate, that’s what I’m asking! Do you even know?” Regulus takes a deep breath to calm himself. It really doesn’t work.
“And this may shock you entirely, but yes, I do have enough of a soul to care whether or not Sirius gets brutally murdered or not, thanks very much.”
“I know there’s something about you, Lupin,” Regulus calls after him. “You act so innocent, but don’t think I haven’t noticed how you avoided the question. What is it, huh? Dark, murderous past? Evil and monstrous side? I’ll find you out, Lupin. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“And as long as you keep that secret… you’re a threat to Sirius. Murder or not.”
He almost does a double-take at the near-compliment, but mentally chides himself. Of course Lupin doesn’t mean it.
“My reputation precedes me, I see. Fortunately for you—” Regulus scowls down his nose— “It is entirely incorrect.” And he’ll keep it that way, no matter what his parents say or do.
Regulus looks down and realizes he’s holding his hand at the ready. Laborously, he returns it to his side. “Will you talk now?” He asks gruffly, a bit embarrassed.
“No? I know you tried your best. Did he never tell you? There was more than just the occasional beating… there was starvation and regular beatings almost every night after you were asleep. He’s lost his trust in almost everybody except us… and, well.. you.”
“Oh, don’t you fucking dare—” Regulus growls, voice rising, and then his hand is on his wand, and then his wand is in Remus’ face, and he’s a second away from a curse, but brEATHE REGULUS BREATHE—
Painstakingly, Regulus drops his wand. He’s vaguely aware of hot tears on his cheeks. “Don’t you dare say something like that. You don’t have the right. You don’t.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Remus responds, raising his eyebrow. He looks unaffected, though he’s actually quite scared. “You asked for the truth, so that’s what I gave you.”
“I asked if that was an insult. A sufficient answer would be no,” Regulus manages. “You think that’s the kind of shit I want to be told in the library by my brother’s best—boyfriend—whatever the fuck?” He viciously swipes at his eyes.
“What else am I supposed to takeaway from that?” Remus begins to walk away, but then he turns back around, “Regulus, I know it feels like I’m stealing Sirius away from you, but if you just talked to him, he would respond. He wants to talk to you, no matter how much he acts like he doesn’t. And… if you ever wanna talk about it, I’m willing to listen.”
Regulus looks at Remus with cold, still-puffy eyes, tears nearly dry on his face. “I think both you and I know that none of your group will ever like me. And they don’t have to. And you don’t have to. But really, if people could start telling me upfront whether they tolerate my company, that’d be marvelous.”
“You don’t like the fact that I don’t tremendously like Muggles, I assume.” Regulus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a project to be fixed up. Take me as I am or leave me.”
Regulus tilts his head. “How peculiar.” A ghost of a smile flits across his face. “But I’ll take it.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Regulus Black.”
Beyond the obvious (son of a blood traitor and a Mudblood), it’s clear that he’s on edge often. Sometimes it seems more like anxiety, sometimes more like he’ll rip someone’s throat out. Regulus couldn’t shake the fear that Lupin would hurt Sirius somehow (“but why do I even care anyway”)
Oh, sure, enough people had told him ‘You’re entirely delusional’ or ‘there is only one person going around about to murder people at the slightest breath and it’s you, you idiot,’ but his mind had been made up.
Call him conspiratorial. (He is.) Say he should get psychiatrically evaluated. (He should.) But he had a mission. And a charging bull is easier to stop, any day, than a Slytherin on a mission.
“What’s wrong with you?” Regulus asks bluntly, having tracked Remus down to the library. “I know it’s something. Don’t you have better things to do with your life than prey on my moron of a brother?” He snarls.
—Regulus Black, @heir-to-the-house-of-black
“Umm…” Remus pauses, he wasn’t expecting to get pulled over by the youngest Black today, “I’m not preying on Sirius?”
He cringes. Why did that sound like a question?
“And… er, theres nothing wrong with me. I don’t know why it matters so much to you, anyway.”
Remus tries to walk away from Regulus, but is quickly stopped again.
Regulus grabs Remus by the shoulder and spins him around.
“Are you seriously joking with me right now?! Yeah, mate, that’s what I’m asking! Do you even know?” Regulus takes a deep breath to calm himself. It really doesn’t work.
“And this may shock you entirely, but yes, I do have enough of a soul to care whether or not Sirius gets brutally murdered or not, thanks very much.”
“I know there’s something about you, Lupin,” Regulus calls after him. “You act so innocent, but don’t think I haven’t noticed how you avoided the question. What is it, huh? Dark, murderous past? Evil and monstrous side? I’ll find you out, Lupin. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“And as long as you keep that secret… you’re a threat to Sirius. Murder or not.”
He almost does a double-take at the near-compliment, but mentally chides himself. Of course Lupin doesn’t mean it.
“My reputation precedes me, I see. Fortunately for you—” Regulus scowls down his nose— “It is entirely incorrect.” And he’ll keep it that way, no matter what his parents say or do.
Regulus looks down and realizes he’s holding his hand at the ready. Laborously, he returns it to his side. “Will you talk now?” He asks gruffly, a bit embarrassed.
“No? I know you tried your best. Did he never tell you? There was more than just the occasional beating… there was starvation and regular beatings almost every night after you were asleep. He’s lost his trust in almost everybody except us… and, well.. you.”
“Oh, don’t you fucking dare—” Regulus growls, voice rising, and then his hand is on his wand, and then his wand is in Remus’ face, and he’s a second away from a curse, but brEATHE REGULUS BREATHE—
Painstakingly, Regulus drops his wand. He’s vaguely aware of hot tears on his cheeks. “Don’t you dare say something like that. You don’t have the right. You don’t.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Remus responds, raising his eyebrow. He looks unaffected, though he’s actually quite scared. “You asked for the truth, so that’s what I gave you.”
“I asked if that was an insult. A sufficient answer would be no,” Regulus manages. “You think that’s the kind of shit I want to be told in the library by my brother’s best—boyfriend—whatever the fuck?” He viciously swipes at his eyes.
“What else am I supposed to takeaway from that?” Remus begins to walk away, but then he turns back around, “Regulus, I know it feels like I’m stealing Sirius away from you, but if you just talked to him, he would respond. He wants to talk to you, no matter how much he acts like he doesn’t. And… if you ever wanna talk about it, I’m willing to listen.”
Regulus looks at Remus with cold, still-puffy eyes, tears nearly dry on his face. “I think both you and I know that none of your group will ever like me. And they don’t have to. And you don’t have to. But really, if people could start telling me upfront whether they tolerate my company, that’d be marvelous.”
“You don’t like the fact that I don’t tremendously like Muggles, I assume.” Regulus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a project to be fixed up. Take me as I am or leave me.”
