regulus arcturus black

“fuck that i’m leaving you,” regulus was the only one that she had known here and wasn’t leaving without him here. “we either go together or not at all,” she says giving him a stern look, holding a hand on his arm. “come on,” she’s trying to push him past the crowd of people, “i think i got a concussion from the impact but that’s beside the point”

“If you’ve got a concussion, you should definitely be going home.” Reg resisted the voice in his head telling him to get out a light and check Narcissa’s eyes-- if she was standing and aware of what was going on, then there wasn’t much point in doing anything other than getting out of here before she got a worse concussion. “But if I go with you, I’ll just have to turn around and head to Mugo’s anyways.”

                    malcolm   had   sent   them   off   for   something   ,      in   that   moment   mary   couldn’t   exactly   mind   what   but   they’d   been   halfway   down   the   stands   to   the   concessions   before   it   all   became   a   blur   .   had   they   tripped   ?   been   thrown   by   something   ?      that   also   wasn’t   clear   but   mary   was   no   stranger   to   injuries   she   couldn’t   quite   place   the   how   of   .      still   struggling   to   pick   themself   off   the   floor   when   someone   came   across   them   .         ❝      aye   ,      a   think   am   are      ❞         she   obviously   wasn’t   .         ❝      heids   fuckin   loupin’   but      ❞

“Double vision? Did you lose consciousness?” Reg looked around at their surroundings, not wanting to move Mary without knowing the extent of her injuries but also worried the bludgers could come near. “I’m going to use my wand for light for a moment-- don’t move, I just need to look at your eyes.”

Merlin, this was fun. Reg had seen some of the damage from those accursed bludgers up close, seen the explosion and all, and finally pushed his way into one of the more blown-up parts of the stands to see if anyone would let him do anything exciting. 

“Are you alright? I’m a healer-- trainee healer, but I dunno if we’ve got better right now.”

“No, so, yes, I think you should leave.” Reg was thinking fast, trying to come up with anything to say to Cissa other than ‘like hell am I leaving right when the fun starts’. “And go back to Howlor Hall, right? To check if they’re there. And I’ll look for people here, yeah? We’d cover twice the ground.”

      ❛     𝑎𝑚𝑦𝑐𝑢𝑠  ?         you  can’t  count   extended   family ,    that’s  cheating !    i’m  interpreting  that  as  just   me ,   ❜     he  tuts ,   tone  rather   brattish .    his  smile   fades   with  the  disbelief  coating  regulus’  response .    sirius  clears  his  throat ,    fingers  tapping  absently  on  his  bottle .      ❛     no .   i   don’t   know ,   ❜     he  confesses ,    looking  off .      ❛     i   thought   about  following  james .   and  mcgonagall  recommended   something   with  the  DMLE .   said  it’d  be  good  to   dispense   my  energy   and   make  use  of  my  grades ,   and …   whatnot …   ❜     he  shrugs ,    turning  back  to  his  brother  with  a  half - smile .      ❛     believe  it  or   not ,   reg   —   most  of  my  friends  have  it  together  a   bit   better  than  i  do .   ❜

“Unless you want to tell me you’re not counting James as family, I get to count Amycus.” Reg laughed, trying not to read too much into what Sirius was saying about plans. People always said weird stuff once it got late, right? “The DMLE sounds like a good idea-- Evan and Jess are there, they could probably give you some advice, and if you asked Rod nicely he could probably pull some strings with Chao.” It was Chao that was in charge, right? Reg was pretty sure it was Chao. “Most of your friends don’t have the connections we do. You don’t have to have it together-- you could fail your NEWTs and have five job offers from people that didn’t look further than your surname.”

“not what I meant, yeah? last year to just .. play quidditch, and coast. there’s nothing wrong with that, either. everyone does it. sixth was my best year, I gotta say,” he said, chuckling as he leaned back, stretching for a moment before leaning forward again to rest his elbows on his knees. “no, i think that’s just her morning toy, the surprises are for you. but good, that means we’ve hidden them well, girls will be excited.”

“I’m back on the quidditch team at least, that’s better than nothing.” Reg tried to sound more sure about that than he was-- he’d meant to corner Lucius at some point to ask how it was going to go, but he’d probably put it off too long to get a change. “So the girls are going to like it? I’d say that narrows it down, but it really doesn’t.”

“hm,” is all she says, knowing the house that he had grown up in, though she was a bit biased if she didn’t have the same. she was an ambassadors daughter and a nott, though she resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead, taking a drink of the alcohol. “because i feel incredibly old among most of these…. children,” she says, not being able to name one person that actually meant something other than narcissa herself and regulus. 

Reg shrugged, not particularly happy to be reminded that the other death eaters thought of him as a child. Maybe that wasn’t what Arden meant, or maybe it was, but either way he had the same mark on his arm that everyone else did. “I’m sure there’s other senior citizens around-- Bella’s gotta be here somewhere.”

       ❛     𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 .   𝑖  𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑         be   somewhere   up  there  by  not  spewing   constant   hatred  anyways .   ❜      he  takes  another   swig .    it  helps  wipe  the   bitterness   of  his  smile .      ❛     hope  the  lead   is   at  least  the   birthday  girl   herself .    i'll  knock  out  the  competition   myself   if  it’s  coming  from  someone  like  our   mother .   ❜      sirius  would  be  pretty   confident   in  his  answer ,     once .    now ,   he  isn’t  ever  sure  where  he   lies   with  regulus .    everything  that  made  sirius   love   him  as  a  brother  is  still   there ,    but  reg  simply  hasn’t   shifted   like  sirius  has .    not  the  way  sirius   wishes   he  would  have .      ❛     oh ?   ❜      sirius  prods ,    a  quirk  to  his  brow  and   smile   creeping  up  again .      ❛     look  at   you  !    fuck   if  i’ve  even   decided   where  i’m  going .   ❜

“People can have opinions,” Reg said carefully, not quite drunk enough to want to go down that rabbit hole. He didn’t like a lot of their family much more than Sirius did, but Howlor Hall was not the place to start talking like that. “but off course it’s Cissy at the top, and you and Amycus.” That was close enough to agreeing, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t have spent most of the summer hiding out at the Carrows’ if he enjoyed their mother’s company. “What do you mean you don’t know? James won’t stop talking about his plans, you’ve got to have some idea.”

         CHARACTER QUESTIONAIR

                     bold what applies. i’d give credit, but i can’t find the original, so.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / ill / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ unorganised / organised / in between ♦ close-minded / open-minded  / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured (swine) / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / doesn’t care ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

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☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 🏠 Domestic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

“not if I play main league instead of summer league,” james pointed out, automatically, and entirely undeterred. “you can too, you already sound ill, trying to work in the summer when you don’t even have to, so you’re halfway there, let’s go. listen to yourself, you don’t even have to worry about cat sitting! see? what’s the problem?”

“You’d still be training, no? Wouldn’t be able to skip whenever you wanted or they’d bench you and send in an alternate.” Reg hated to admit how close James was to being right, which was precisely why he wasn’t going to. “Because unlike Siri, I’m not allergic to hard work? I’ve not missed a day this summer. And I don’t even know what you’re up to.”

Perhaps under a different set of circumstances Jamie might’ve pointed out the difference between a Glaswegian accent and his own, but his back’s already up, and he doesn’t have the patience for it. Not for the sake of some English bastard that probably doesn’t even care. “That’s not what I said,” he argues, feeling justified in doing so because for once he’s actually certain he’s right. “And it’s not my fault ye canna handle yer drink.”

“I might be wasted, but least I’ve not got a stick up my ass.” Reg rolled his eyes, taking a drink from the glass he’d grabbed. If he was completely honest he didn’t fully know what they were arguing over, but that wasn’t going to stop him. “Why are you even here, if you don’t like my family?”

                       ❝   up   to   you   then,   i   guess.   but   if   it   were   me   ?   i’d   make   it   final   now   so   i   could   actually   enjoy   the   night   and   not   stress   the   entire   time   about   the   morning.   ❞

“Ew, no, that’s way too much decision making. I’m gonna leave it up to the absolute last minute, flip a coin, and blame the hangover. Then I can’t say I didn’t try.”

@arcturus-regulus​

“it’s summer, though, you’re not allowed to be busy. i’m trying to bond with and be nice to you! you can’t be busy if you don’t go to the stupid work thing, so just don’t go.”

“You’re going to have to work summers too, once you graduate.” Reg raised an eyebrow, as if he didn’t know that no one with blood that pure ever actually needed a job. “I can’t just call in sick because you’ve got some scheme going on; I already took Elara to her grandpa’s and everything.”

                    ❝      i   won’t   drown   ,      i   grew   up   by   the   sea   .      always   been   a   good   swimmer   so   i   have      ❞         kicking   ,      but   not   the   sand   this   time   ,   instead   kicking   off   her   shoes   .         ❝   wouldn’t   blame   you   for   that   though   ,      if   you   can’t   swim   what’s   there   really   to   do   ?      ❞

“Statistically, I think more people that grew up by the sea drown than people who live inland.” Reg watched uneasily, realising he had no idea where it was that the beach dropped off. Was it as close as the waves that were breaking? “Exactly, nothing. You go in, you drown, your problem.”

        “maybe you can get someone to sneak you into the department of mysteries, likely your best bet on taking that option.”

“I know a few people I could ask,” Reg said, thinking it was best not to say exactly who while talking to an auror. “But as appealing as it is, it’s kind of a trade off. Highest level of effort, same end result as if I decided to go swimming.”