Sirius broke the lamp, Sirius dropped the vase, Sirius spent last Christmas in bed too weak to stand because Regulus could not do so for himself. Always getting Sirius in trouble, never speaking for himself. And when Regulus ever attempted to do something, he always messed everything up. But then again, when had he ever done anything? It’s always been Sirius doing and Regulus watching. He didn’t let his shoulders relax or begin pacing until well after Bella had rounded the corner, leaving Regulus where he was now, flipping through a variety of definitions for Bella’s meaning of the word fun. It would be nothing of the sort, Regulus concluded. Regulus merely nodded, holding his chin high the whole time. I’m fetching Uncle Orion and Auntie dearest for some… fun,” she smirked, adding “and that friend of yours too, I like that boy,” as an afterthought. “I hexed him only an itty bit, body-bind.
“Regulus!” She cut short her manic laughter and smiled in a way that put Regulus at unease as she caught him standing near the library door, “be a dear and stay put for a minute, will you?” Bella patted his cheek, forcing him to muster every ounce of aristocratic composure within himself to resist from flinching.
A chill ran down his spine, immediately straightening his posture when Bella emerged from the library, a mischievous glint, startlingly not unlike Sirius’, in her eye. He was sympathetic to his parent's wishes, sure, but Bella’s adoration was unseemly. Regulus found her almost lustful reverence for the Dark Lord disconcerting. He had swiftly passed by the library before hearing Bella’s screeching and backtracked.
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By the time Regulus had gotten free of Barty’s endeavors to impress some posh girl, he was too late. Explain what, he was not sure-Sirius had always been the one who had a way with words, Regulus once standing behind rather than across from him nodding along-but he was sure that he didn’t want to lose his brother before the academic year resumed.Īs Regulus had moved towards the exit, Barty pulled him by the wrist (“Reg, you think that girl over there fancies me?” “Might I remind you that you’re probably cousins, Barty.” “I dare say: far enough removed, I’m sure.”) and when he looked back, Sirius was gone. Regulus had tried to run after Sirius and explain. Okay, maybe so well was an exaggeration, but they were speaking-amicable, even-for the first time since the summer. Things had been going so well between them lately, and Regulus had gone and messed it all up as per usual. Sirius’ face had changed from confusion to hurt after Regulus questioned his lack of toast, and ran from the room. Though honestly, the pain was probably more psychological. It still hurt a bit, Regulus absentmindedly going to rub his arm. “What the hell was that?” Sirius had elbowed Regulus without a trace of his usual affectionate demeanour. “ To the Dark Lord!” he had ended with, chorused by all the guests, Regulus included. What was Sirius on about? They had been in the ballroom, Father giving a speech. Bella had gone to fetch Mother and Father, leaving Sirius on the floor of the library in a body-bind curse. He wrung his hands together nervously, trying and failing to calm himself down. Regulus stood outside the library door, pacing. Grem's fav hp fics (mainly marauders era), Jegulus Fics :D, my jegulus heart <3, wolfstar fics but like also any other fic that sounds mildly interesting, Ongoing fic Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 111220 Chapters: 26/? Comments: 759 Kudos: 1614 Bookmarks: 385 Hits: 52959
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