Regulus Black

Pandora’s lips quirked upward in the smallest possible hint of a smile. “Just alright?” She asked feeling a little disappointed with his answer. She wouldn’t hold it against him, not everyone appreciated the same things she did which were understandable as the blonde would see the beauty in the smallest of things that other’s overlooked. Even now as the male stood smoking Pandora couldn’t help but watch as the embers from his cigarette lit his sculpted face in a dim, orange glow. She had always been guilty of romanticising people’s flaws, not that she did it on a purpose but she enjoyed making the world around her even more colourful. The witch shook her head. “It comforts me, knowing that our issues aren’t as big as they seem in comparison they’re tiny. There’s so much more to everything than we realise.” She explained smiling brightly before going on to add, “Plus the likelihood of that happening is so low, I like to think that they care too much about us, they choose to do it one by one instead.”  

Regulus could feel the gaze of the other intent on his features through the darkness, knowing that she was studying him. It made him feel awkward, and perhaps a little insecure, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. The male was known for his hard exterior, the coldness that radiated from his entire presence. And yet, the peculiar blonde had chosen to approach him on this dark evening. As she spoke, he turned his gaze toward her, watching as the star light seemed to twinkle in her eyes. It was odd, how such little things could give off so much light in the darkness. Lips quirked down at the corners, and he nodded his head. “I guess that’s a nice way to look at things. One I’ve never heard before. But, a fresh perspective is always good.” He mused, licking his lips as he then rolled his head back to rest against the wall at which he sat. Narrowing his eyes for a moment, he then turned to peer toward her. “They’re just balls of gas and rock, you know..” Regulus spoke softly, brow raising ever so slightly as he combed a hand back through his dark hair, pushing it away from his face as he once against placed the cigarette between his lips.

“You probably could if I needed help but alas I do not.” He replied with a small grin.·“Sorry Reg, I didn’t mean to disturb you I was just wondering how you were doing? I won’t force you into a social encounter if you want me to leave you be.”·

As soon as he recognised the male before him, Regulus rolled his eyes. He was growing tired of his brother’s friends approaching him and trying to be civil. Surely they knew by now that he and Sirius were nothing alike. But, alas, this one in particular kept trying. “Do I really need to wear a do not disturb sign on me at all times?” Regulus spoke sharply, rolling his eyes once again before exhaling deeply, arms folding over his chest as he placed the book down, closed, on the table in front of him. “I’m fine, peachy in fact. Did my sickly sweet older brother put you up to this?” He sneered. 

“I was only wondering what book you were reading? It seems to have managed to keep your attention to miss all the commotion.” Marlene questioned as her eyes drifted back to where Filch was waving his fist angrily at Peeves.

Regulus followed the girl’s gaze toward Filch, then smirked. He had noticed, though he had just chosen not to step in. Where would be the fun in helping to get rid of the entertainment? “It’s nothing exciting. Just a text book from my Potions class.” Regulus admitted with a shrug, closing the book and folding his hands in his lap. “What did the nation's favourite spook do this time?” He raised a brow.

The night had fallen without Pandora’s attention. She sat with her legs crossed on the barstool, trying to grasp a peaceful mind and catch up on her homework that she’d been neglecting. Though she didn’t seem to be getting anywhere far with it, her mind was occupied with other things, mainly her new interest concerning new and unidentified spells.

It was a new practice that Pandora was intrigued by always having been well adapted to charms class. Her mind needed a distraction and her parchment was full of ideas she was getting inspired from. Of course, her confidence was boosted when she enchanted the tea kettle to talk to her after performing endless hours for a spell that could animate inanimate objects. The problem now being that she was having issues inventing a spell that would reverse it. Pandora disliked coming home to her tea kettle spouting at her.

She heaved a defeated sigh and collected her things, noticing immediately the light had faded from the sky outside and it was now a dark canvas. It was a clear night and the night sky highlighted all the stars above. Pandora tilted her head against the brick wall and stared blankly at the stars above her.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Pandora sighed, talking to no one in particular. “I’ve always been fascinated by how small we are in comparison.”

Regulus was aware that curfew was fast approaching, but he didn’t really care much for rules. He would go back to the Slytherin common room when he was good and ready. Or so, that was the way he would act. Truthfully, he’d be heading back any time now. A cigarette was firmly placed between the plump lips of the male. He inhaled, taking the chemicals into his lungs with a content sigh. Removing the tab from his lips, he then exhaled deeply, smoke billowing from his mouth as his gaze then moved in the direction of the voice that had broken the silence. Blinking a few times, the male then shrugged his shoulders. “They’re alright, I guess.” Awkward as ever, Regulus then flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette and placed it back between his lips, taking yet another drag. “Doesn’t that scare you? That we’re oh so irrelevant all the way down here. That should the stars choose to fall we’d all be doomed in a matter of moments.” The dark haired young Slytherin hummed softly, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling, wisps of ashy clouds falling through the air. 

Hearing her name echoing through the hallway, Andromeda reluctantly stopped to turn. It was already past curfew and she really couldn’t afford to be out much longer. “It’s a bit late to be roaming the castle.” She pointed out, as if she weren’t doing the very same. 

“And thus the pot is calling the kettle black.” Regulus smirked at his cousin, brow raised slightly as he wandered toward her.