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PERFECT - A JEGULUS FIC

UPDATES EVERY WEEK OR EVERY FEW DAYS!

Regulus used to share everything with Sirius.

Until the fateful day in which Sirius turned eleven and was shipped off to school, and Regulus was left to fend for himself.

The worst part was when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. There was nothing worse than having to sit at those wretched family dinners, waiting patiently for his parents to stop talking about what a disappointment his brother was, hanging around with blood traitors and useless scum. Sirius had to know that without him around, Regulus was essentially the sole child of the Black family. That all of the pressure once placed on Sirius had been transferred to the shoulders of Regulus. That as soon as Sirius had went gallivanting off with his new friends, he was dead to the rest of his family. Regulus hated his parents, but more than anything, he hated Sirius. For leaving him behind.

And what little time Regulus had left with his brother was spoiled by talk of James. The stupid Potter boy who Sirius could never shut up about. And so Regulus hated him far before his first day at school. And when Regulus finally did step into the dining hall and spot his brother, laughing his head off next to some boy who Regulus could only assume was James, all of his previous sentiments about James were solidified. Mainly because of his stupid, stupid glasses that made his features sharp, and his annoying hazel eyes, and his goddamn hair that was all messy and unruly and the complete opposite of Regulus' neat, dark curls. Yes, of course Regulus understood why the girls threw themselves at James. He was handsome. But in that annoying, scrappy way that screamed 'troublemaker'.

When the sorting hat was placed atop Regulus' head, he couldn't help but lift his chin, and cast a superior gaze into the crowd. He heard chatter coming from the Gryffindor table and briefly glanced over to spot James cackling loudly. A look of irritation flashed across his face before Regulus could help himself.

"Slytherin!" The sorting hat cried out, and Regulus let a smug smirk drift onto his face. His parents would be pleased. Regulus wasn't sure if that made him happy or not, though. He took a seat calmly at the Slytherin table, adorned with green decorations.

"I'm Barty," a boy to his right said to him with a grin. "Barty Crouch Jr." 

"Regulus Black," Regulus said curtly. He gave a polite nod. The Slytherin table wasn't nearly as loud as the Gryffindor one, although chatter filled the dining hall. Regulus took note of the people surrounding him. Many of them he knew from his parents, although there were a few strangers.

PERFECT - A JEGULUS FIC

UPDATES EVERY WEEK OR EVERY FEW DAYS!

Regulus used to share everything with Sirius.

Until the fateful day in which Sirius turned eleven and was shipped off to school, and Regulus was left to fend for himself.

The worst part was when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. There was nothing worse than having to sit at those wretched family dinners, waiting patiently for his parents to stop talking about what a disappointment his brother was, hanging around with blood traitors and useless scum. Sirius had to know that without him around, Regulus was essentially the sole child of the Black family. That all of the pressure once placed on Sirius had been transferred to the shoulders of Regulus. That as soon as Sirius had went gallivanting off with his new friends, he was dead to the rest of his family. Regulus hated his parents, but more than anything, he hated Sirius. For leaving him behind.

And what little time Regulus had left with his brother was spoiled by talk of James. The stupid Potter boy who Sirius could never shut up about. And so Regulus hated him far before his first day at school. And when Regulus finally did step into the dining hall and spot his brother, laughing his head off next to some boy who Regulus could only assume was James, all of his previous sentiments about James were solidified. Mainly because of his stupid, stupid glasses that made his features sharp, and his annoying hazel eyes, and his goddamn hair that was all messy and unruly and the complete opposite of Regulus' neat, dark curls. Yes, of course Regulus understood why the girls threw themselves at James. He was handsome. But in that annoying, scrappy way that screamed 'troublemaker'.

When the sorting hat was placed atop Regulus' head, he couldn't help but lift his chin, and cast a superior gaze into the crowd. He heard chatter coming from the Gryffindor table and briefly glanced over to spot James cackling loudly. A look of irritation flashed across his face before Regulus could help himself.

"Slytherin!" The sorting hat cried out, and Regulus let a smug smirk drift onto his face. His parents would be pleased. Regulus wasn't sure if that made him happy or not, though. He took a seat calmly at the Slytherin table, adorned with green decorations.

"I'm Barty," a boy to his right said to him with a grin. "Barty Crouch Jr." 

"Regulus Black," Regulus said curtly. He gave a polite nod. The Slytherin table wasn't nearly as loud as the Gryffindor one, although chatter filled the dining hall. Regulus took note of the people surrounding him. Many of them he knew from his parents, although there were a few strangers.

You don't need to write the story right now, but you need to write a moment.

Forget the plot, the grammar, the spelling...

It doesn't have to be good. It doesn't even have to continue from where you left off previously.

Try writing:

The scene that happens right before it all changes.

The moment before it all goes wrong.

A conversation that starts in the middle that the character's don't finish.

Dialogue they scream at themselves in the mirror, because they couldn't say it out loud to the person that needed it the most.

Write for five minutes without stopping.

Don't fix spelling. Don't reread. Don't delete. If it's messy, it's working.

Everyone writes about characters "not meeting Character's gaze." Let’s retire it for a minute.

• A smile that doesn’t reach the eyes • Holding eye contact a beat too long • Laughing half a second too late • Over-correcting posture when addressed • Clearing their throat before answering • Adjusting sleeves, cuffs, jewelry repeatedly • A visible swallow before speaking • Exhaling through the nose instead of responding • Looking at the exit mid-conversation • Nodding too quickly