Normally, Orion WOULD have been asleep. Passed out drunk, or with the help of a sleeping draught, heâd lie on the other edge of the bed, sharing the same mattress with his wife but somehow managing to feel as if the Atlantic Ocean itself was wedged between the pair of them.
    One corner of Orionâs mouth curled upwards in some semblance of amusement. â Outââ-with friends? â The older man repeated, finding it more than a little unbelievable. He cocked his head to the side, the chair creaking as he sat back, and studied the boy.
    He could see himself in Regulus, just as heâd seen himself inâ-the other one, though, admittedly, Regulus and Orion shared a fair bit more of a resemblance. Not just in looks, but behavior-wise, as well. They were both excellent liars.Â
    â Your cousins visited today. They were upset you werenât presentââI shall inform them then, that you found your friends more important. â A sly smile sneaked in at the end of those accusing words, words that were likely more of a hit than an actual slap of the belt.Â
    â I suppose it isnât that big of a deal, â finally, he got to the point. â There seems to be something terribly off about Kreacher, ever since Tom requested his ASSISTANCE for something. I donât suppose you have any idea why that is, hm? âÂ
    Orion had spent his childhood in that manâs presence, laughing and joking and learning right by his sideââhe could never quite get used to all the odd titles Tom seemed to carry around like a band-aid to cover up the blemish that was his muggle name.Â
    Orion thought Regulus could at least have somewhat of a clue of what happened to Kreacher, having been granted the right to be part of Tomâs inner circle.
He wasnât oblivious to Orions derivative amusement at his comment , as if he didnât have any friends . Like , yes , perhaps his friends were sometimes more like acquaintances - and sometimes being in a room with them was stifling for everybody involved , and maybe half of them he only associated himself with because it was all part of the plan . But he was never more alone than he wanted to be . Mostly .
It just so happened that on that day , he needed to be alone for his self serving reasons - and as such he had ghosted everybody that even so much as thought of him . Parents included .
His lips twitched - neither into a smile nor a frown - at the comment about his cousins . Today was more important than his cousins - more important than his family even - not that heâd ever admit it ; and in the long run his actions would be for his family , so he should be forgiven for the social faux pas of the afternoon . Before he knee jerk defensively made the unwise comment of // Iâm sure Bella and Narcissa were distraught , Iâm clearly the life of the party // Orion spoke again . Thankfully . And when he did his stomach dropped ever so slightly .
He had presumed that ordering Kreacher not to speak about what had happened would be enough to keep him silent and his behaviour normal , but clearly he needed to speak to the elf a second time . It was yet another reminder that people were idiots and not to be depended on . With the ease and skill of his fathers ability to lie , he simply shrugged his shoulders â I wouldnât know . Like you said , Iâve been out recently â , knowing that Orion wouldnât believe him being totally oblivious , he tacked on the end â - he has been more mutter-y of late , I had to ask him for breakfast twice the other day . Maybe itâs old age â .
Hesitantly now , â whatever Tom did , - the Dark Lord , I mean - might have been . . . might have had an affect on him â . He would seem stupid to pretend he didnât wonder what the Dark Lord had been doing , or at the very least what he had done would have had some affect on their house elf . It was rather rude to ruin ones servant that way . â What do you think he did ? â .
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