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âNarcissaâs always been my best friend and Andromedaâs always been nice to me. As much as I hate to say it, this isnât the hardest choice Iâve made. Cissa lives, Bella does, Andie tells the story.â
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@arcturusxregulus
Narcissa, Bellatrix, Andromeda
âNarcissaâs always been my best friend and Andromedaâs always been nice to me. As much as I hate to say it, this isnât the hardest choice Iâve made. Cissa lives, Bella does, Andie tells the story.â

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So instead of Fuck, Marry, Kill...
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I propose that we now call itÂ
Who lives
Who dies
Who tells the story
But for any fandom. Heather Mcnamara lives, Enjolras dies, George III tells the story. Itâs great
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Mutual Not-Hatred|| June 1976
siriuslyxpadfootâ:
Sirius didnât comment, knowing that anything he said would be petty, which was fine, but also pointless and a weaker response, which was not. If Sirius couldnât get a good last word in, heâd rather let Reg have it. Reg would probably only continue to argue anyway.Â
He couldnât wait until heâd be old enough to apparate them out of the house, but for now, this would have to do. After casting a disillusionment charm over the three of them, Sirius slipped back through Regâs bedroom door. He assumed that Reg would follow automatically. As they reached the stairs, Sirius could hear loud voicesâprobably mid-debateâfrom the study, but thankfully no one was within sight of the door. He got to the bottom and turned with his hand on the handle, squinting for Reg to avoid having the door open longer than necessary.
Regulus followed Sirius out the door, steps silent as he went down the stairs. He might not sneak out as often as his brother did, but he certainly still knew which planks of wood in the old house creaked.Â
The voices from the study froze him in place for a moment, fear nearly sending him back up the stairs. But heâd never hear the end of it, would he? Elaraâs claws tightened their grip against his shoulder, sending him hurrying after Sirius before the cat could make a sound. When he reached the door, he reached out to tap Siriusâs shoulder to let him know he was there.
model behavior | flashback
staygoldengilderoyâ:
Arguably the best part of working for the Prophet was convincing Rodolpus Lestrange to pay him to talk to pretty people. Models always had the best gossip, always, and as long as he left with a sizable amount of good dirt and a head-straight on his column he could convince Lestrange to write off any expenses as work-related. Sure, it usually involved buying him a nice bottle of booze and wearing something suggestive but it worked. Gilderoy got to stare at gorgeous people all day, and Lestrange got his cash cow.
The blip in the plan showed up to the shoot in high heels and glitter and took Gilderoyâs breath away.
Regulus Black was famous, of course all the people Gilderoy made a point to talk to were famous, not just for his last name but for his gorgeous way of showing up everyone else. Gilderoy had never had the chance to meet him until now.
When he put on his very best smile, it came out genuine. âWell, if it isnât the model of the hour!â He said, toasting Regulus with the fancy bottle of sparkling water heâd stolen from the set. âI must say, youâre even more amazing than Iâd heard, and Iâve heard quite a bit.â
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Regulus was behind schedule and mildly tipsy, but no more than he ever was. He was starting to think his manager was telling him to show up earlier than he was expected so that heâd actually be on time, but that seemed like someone elseâs problem. Probably his managerâs problem. Thatâs why he had a manager, right?
âYouâre... the reporter?â he asked, somewhat surprised to be confronted by an unfamiliar face that wasnât immediately dragging him away for makeup or camera tests. But heâd heard about this one, he thought, and he was certainly delighted to be making his acquaintance. Blond certainly was his weakness. âThe French reporter, right? Gold.. Goldheart?â
That wasnât right. That definitely wasnât right, but he could definitely remember someone talking about the very blond reporter with the gold name-- âGilderoy,â he remembered, pleased enough with himself to return the toast. âItâs a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Iâve certainly heard plenty too.â
Mutual Not-Hatred|| June 1976
siriuslyxpadfootâ:
Sirius raised an eyebrow as he considered the request. âWhy do you need to bring your stupid cat with?â he asked, but he was already turning to grab it. He could have grabbed her himself, but theyâd always had a cautious relationship, him and that little feline extension of his brother.Â
Instead he handed it to Reg and slumped back against the door as he waited for his brother to get his cat fully prepared for their trip. Sirius didnât know where they were going necessarily, but he just knew it was away from this cursed house for a little while. Thatâs what they needed.
Regulus took the leash from Sirius, fastening the attached glittery blue harness to Elara. The cat, for what it was worth, was quite calm about the whole thing; clearly having been on many such trips before. When he was satisfied she couldnât slip out of the lead, he picked her up and moved to stand next to Sirius by the door.
âBecause I donât trust mum?â He answered, rolling his eyes at what he considered to be an obvious fact. To leave Elara behind when he snuck out wasnât an option, it left her open to being the target of their parentsâ ire at their absence. âSheâs better behaved than you are, itâll be fine. Letâs go.â

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Mutual Not-Hatred|| June 1976
siriuslyxpadfootâ:
âShhh,â Sirius hissed as he pulled Regâs bedroom door shut behind him. âItâs just me.â He knew that wasnât exactly the best argument one could make, but as long as summer already seemed, he figured Reg wouldnât throw him out already.Â
âPut on real people clothes. Weâre going out. I donât know what weâre doing, but the answer isnât waiting for them to call on us when their stupid little dinner party is over.â It was possibly theyâd be called out sooner for Reg to be paraded and Sirius scored. If they were gone, it would mean worse punishment for them later; the risk was worth it.
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Regulus looked up from the book heâd been reading, Elara protesting as the movement caused her to shift on his lap. He wasnât wholly convinced by just Sirius being a good thing, but in all honesty it could be a lot worse. âYouâre the one whoâs talking,â he retorted, though he knew better than to say it loudly.
Sneaking out would be a risk. Reg didnât normally take risks at home, but Merlin was he bored. So even though he rolled his eyes, he stepped out of bed, throwing on the t-shirt and leather jacket heâd taken off earlier that day. âWill you hand me Elaraâs leash? Itâs on the wall behind you.â
FLASHBACK: Auspicious Beginnings
Henry was curled in the towerâs window seat, glancing out at the setting sun as it set shades of purple and orange and red across the school grounds below. There was a book in his lap but heâd stopped reading one chapter ago in favor of simply watching the outside world and enjoying the quiet of the common room. There was a cooling cup of tea next to him and a fire crackled merrily in the large grate, occasionally flaring Ravenclaw blue.Â
Normally the common room was buzzing with activity, but it was a beautiful Saturday in spring and most of his bookish classmates were taking their activities outside for once, or taking advantage of the libraryâs silence- one would never, for instance, find a Gryffindor in the library on a weekend, and it was therefore the best time to study.Â
He only glanced up when he heard the familiar knocking of the common room door, tensing, worried. Most of his housemates knew by now that he didnât want to be approached or spoken to, that he wasnât a pretty thing for them to coo and aah at, but still.
So color him surprised when it wasnât a Ravenclaw at all, but Regulus Black, in all his handsome, fine-boned glory.
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The Slytherin common room was empty. It usually was on days like this-- no one wanted to spend such fine weather underground when there were non-lake windows in existence, after all. But understanding the cause of his problem did not prevent it from existing, and Regulus was bored. Even Elara was nowhere to be found, probably out napping in some sun puddle, so heâd set out to find company elsewhere.
Gryffindor Tower was a no-go without someone else with him and Hufflepuff Dungeon suffered from the same problem of being underground, so heâd ended up in Ravenclaw tower. It was the easiest to get into anyways, with the riddle making there no password to remember.Â
Reg wasnât sure who heâd been expecting to see there, but Henry Fawley was a pleasant surprise. So he crossed the room, hopping up to sit on the window seat next to Henry. Knowing he might be sent away, but figuring itâd be worth a try.Â
âItâs cold out,â he commented, tone verging on a whine. âI thought spring was supposed to be warm and I feel distinctly lied to.â
Task 013: Another Life
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âI know itâs stupid, but I feel like heâs the brother I didnât have growing up.â Regulus smiled sadly, running a hand through Elaraâs fur. âHeâs always there when I need him to beâ the other night I kept hearing weird sounds by the window so I totally freaked out and sent him an owl, and he stayed even after it turned out to just be a branch. We got drunk and he told me all about some muggle book, and it was the first time in a long time I wasnât scared.â
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Reg did not view Order meetings as a reason to dress any different than he otherwise would, often showing up in his full range of glittery or see-through clothing. Today was no exception, though he vaguely regretted the crop top as he stood out in the cold to smoke. He should have stolen on of Gilâs coats before heâd left, but heâd been too vain. Plus, heâd be saving himself a half dozen lectures from Emmeline if she could see that his ribs and hip bones werenât as bluntly visible as theyâd once been.Â
He was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of a hand on the exposed part of his back though, turning to see his brother standing behind him. âWhat?â he asked, before realising where his brother must have been looking. Though it wasnât in a place where he could usually see it, Regulus was quite aware of the thick but very faded scar that ran just under his ribs. âYeah, thatâs pretty much the only one left. It was too deep for the unblemishing charms to workâ And donât look at me like that, itâs not like you donât have plenty.â

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Task 009: Unwavering Companions
On Regulus Blackâs eleventh birthday, he was given a black kitten by a family friend. This cat, whom he named Elara, would stand by his side until the end. She was often described as a brat and had a penchant for petty theft, meaning that those who shared a dorm with him at Hogwarts often had to retrieve their quills, socks, and other small objects from under his bed.
siriuslyxpadfootâ:
Sirius shuddered at the very thought. Then again, he could probably blame his mother (or at least Kreacher) for his messy habits. It had become a point of rebellion as important to him as his long hair. âI mostly go for records and furniture patterns that would make Mother Dearest shudder.â
He raised a brow as he listened to Reg explain what heâd been working on. âUm, this is a good debrief then. What the hell are you working on? Thatâs the kind of information that should probably be shared among the higher ups. Iâm flattered to know, but totally out of my element.â
âWhat Iâm doing right now is looking for places an object might be hidden and tracing Voldemortâs past to find out whatâs important to him.â Regulus purposely avoided answering exactly what the magic was, hoping that not giving Sirius a word to put to the magic would prevent him from being able to give a coherent explanation to anyone else.
Reg sighed, shaking his head. âYou have more spies in your organisation than you know, and probably more than I know. Iâm not telling anyone anything-- youâre the only person I know doesnât answer to Voldemort.â
zephyrbcllâ:
âMy dad is a literature professor and he likes old stories. Actually, my dad is the one that used to tell me bedtime stories and his favorite was actually this book called The Hobbit.â Zephyr admitted as he watched the fat cat approach Reg. âMaybe someone with the money to spare? I have no idea what you model types do for fun, so donât ask me what theyâre up to.â
Maybe it was a cultural thing, a different way of raising your kids, but Zephyr was more inclined to think that it was just that Regâs mother was terrible, that and the way purebloods seemed to have free reign of everything because while there was a lot about his new home that he didnât understand, Zephyr was aware that purebloods seemed to be the ones funneling money into the Ministry and government officials were frequently bought. âI did not know this. Is it your cousinâs fault theyâre spoiled or yours?â Zephyr asked, teasing Reg before taking another sip of his drink and trying to spot the cat he thought was Lyra. âI donât have a lot of experience with cats.â
âIâve never heard of The Hobbit,â Reg said absently, running his hand through Polarisâs thick fur. Heâd grown up in a house with an enormous library and had read anything he could get his hands on in two languages, but heâd come to realise his parentsâ views had blocked off a whole section of the world from him. âWe all have the money to spare, or at least anyone I work with does, but that doesnât make the union unimportant. There are concerns other than money.â
He had run into that sort of thing a few times himself before he had a proper agent, photographers and directors that tried to push too far, but he hadnât been in Slytherin for nothing. Talking them out of it had never cost him much, but at the time his name had given him powers others hadnât. âIâd love to say them being spoiled was Giselaâs fault,â Reg smiled, watching Lyraâs grey paws swipe at a toy from under the couch. âBut chances were, I would have spoiled them just as much from the beginning. I love cats.â
siriuslyxpadfootâ:
Sirius snorted at Regâs admission, finding it more comical than anything else. Only his brother would find it the logical choice to get high in front of one of the most dangerous men in the wizarding world.Â
âRuns in the family, I guess,â he snarked back. Sirius raised an eyebrow, not sure if he was more surprised Reg had something going on under the table or that he was behind invited into it. Probably the latter. âGoing nowhere seems to be a theme for progress lately. Feel like sharing?â
Regulus smiled hesitantly, feeling more like Siriusâs sibling than he had in a long time. Itâd been a long time since theyâd talked without it dissolving immediately into hostility, long enough that he hadnât realised how much he missed his brother.
âMerlin, at least weâre not trying to decorate the house with dead things. Could be worse.â Heâd tried to make his flat the opposite of Grimmauld Place entirely, opening the whole thing up with windows. âItâs.. well, itâs hard to explain. I overheard some things that make me think Voldemort was using a kind of dark magic that would keep him from getting killed. Which means, if Iâm right, the Order will never win unless I can undo the spell. I have some books I stole from the library back home, and I think I know what it is now, but itâs not as easy as I thought it would be.â

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âOkay, I stand corrected, I do know about that one. I can also name the counterparts for the twelve Greek gods, but I donât really count that.â Heâd known that story before he knew Remus, probably because it had to do with the founding of Rome, but he could also remember his grandmother telling him about Fortuna when he was younger. Still, not really enough to brag about. âMyths are good bedtime stories, but you donât really remember much when they instantly make you fall asleep.â It worked on him every time. âAre you sure theyâre not doing it because they want to? Maybe they want to be underwear models or just embarrass the American?â Zephyr suggested, not wanting to think that that they were just so daft that they didnât learn.
âSounds like trying to make her happy was just a recipe for making yourself miserable. No one should have parents like that.â No matter how much he loved his own parents, Zephyr knew he was lucky and that it wasnât normal for everyone to get along with their family the way he did. Part of Zephyr hoped that Sirius hadnât known about what happened when Regulus failed because that meant he would have intentionally abandoned Reg to her, but from what Zephyr knew of Sirius, it seemed impossible that he wouldnât know. Annoyed with the entire thought process, Zephyr frowned and with a flick of his wrist, three letters flew into the fire at once, flames licking upwards and illuminating the grate in shades of orange. âNo oneâs rushing you, but you deserve to get out from under the weight of your family,â He said, reaching up to pet at Regulusâ hair.
âMerlin, I donât know if I could name all the counterparts anymore. Probably most of them, but...â Reg trailed off, reaching over to pet a cat that had ventured close. Polaris, his big fat orange tabby. âI take it youâre a big fan of the old myths?â He asked absently, trying to lure Polaris into sitting on his lap. âOh, thereâs extra pay and union considerations for that kind of shoot. I donât take my clothes off unless someoneâs spoken to my agent about it-- Iâm not sure what kind of person cares enough about embarrassing Americans to forgo the extra money.â
He shrugged at Zephyrâs comments, more out of a lack of knowing how else to respond than anything else. âNo one should, but itâs more common here than people like to think. Iâd say the Ministry should do something about it, but Merlin knows itâs Ministry officials that are doing it in the first place.â Or people whoâd merely bought off half the government, like his late father. Watching the letters go up in flames made him feel an odd kind of sad resolution, but he couldnât help but smile when Polaris finally did jump up on his lap. âNot all family memories are bad-- Polaris and Lyra used to be my cousinâs cats, yâknow?â
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Poor little traumatized Regulus. It wasnât Alaricâs fucking fault that Gisela was dead (Unless Ari really had killed Gisela to get him out of the marriage, but Alaric had never asked) and besides, it wasnât like anyone was forcing him to drown his sorrows in alcohol, it wasnât like that would make anything better (which didnât stop Alaric himself from trying it from time to time).
âDear me, do allow me to apologize.â He said slowly, tone absolutely flat. âExcept wait, I didnât send her body to your, nor did I send you to find her body. I didnât make you go anywhere, so whatâs your problem? The fact that you were exposed to the messy side of the war without anyone getting your motherâs approval first? Or did you just not get enough sympathy out of it because too many people were worried how it might impact Delilah, her sister. Merlin forbid that we forget that everything is about you.â
Regulus put his wine glass back down on the table, slowly turning to face Alaric again. He drew his wand, pointing it straight at Alaricâs chest. âI know damn well more about the messy side of war than you ever will-- I mean, what even are you without your psycho sibling to hide behind?â He took a step closer, so that his wand was almost touching Alaricâs chest. âNothing, because you never had to be. Everything was fucking handed to you, and it still wasnât good enough, was it?âÂ
He shook back his sleeve, showing the dark snake and skull that was forever etched into his skin. âYou know what this is? This is what happens when you donât get to be the one that goes and hides in a fucking greenhouse. This is what happens when you try to fucking protect someone-- I got this because if I hadnât, then Narcissa and Gisela and Delilah would have. Donât accuse me of being fucking selfish, not from your fucking glass house.â
âCrucio.â