OKAY HI IM BACK INTO WRITING KIND OF IDK BUT I WAS HIGH AND LISTENING TO EMPIRE NOW BY HOZIER AND THIS WAS BORN SO ENJOY I'LL ADD ON
“Narcissa,” Regulus nodded at his cousin.
“Regulus,” Narcissa said back as she stepped towards him, her heels clicking against the tile.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” he took a sip of his drink.
“And I’m sorry for yours.” They stood beside each other in silence for a few minutes before Regulus spoke up.
“Some third cousin once removed three times over who was also so and so’s uncle.” Narcissa waved her hand.
“So no sign of a check-in either of our hands?”
“The best we’ll get is a lucky button.”
“Then why are we here?” Regulus asked her.
“All our alcohol is free, Cissy.” Regulus reminded her and set his champagne glass on a tray as a butler passed by.
“You know exactly why we’re all here.”
Regulus leaned against the wall as they fell into a soft silence. “Has he…”
“No,” Narcissa shook his head. “It’s been radio silence from all of them.”
“Do you think he’ll do it?” Regulus asks her.
“Do you?” Narcissa raised her eyebrow.
“I- I think he’ll do what he has to do.”
“He’ll go down with us if he does. It’s all of us or none of us, even the ones that got out.”
Regulus opened his mouth to ask another question but quickly stood up straight as he saw who was walking towards him.
He smiled and shook Bartemius Crouch’s hand firmly and thanked him for his condolences.
He let Adele Crouch kiss his cheeks and tell him that his cousin/uncle was a wonderful person.
He started a useless conversation with Barty so he would have an excuse to get away from his parents.
He did the same with the Rosier’s.
They snuck out with trained ease. Navigating their way to a secluded area to light their cigarettes.
It was brought up again, there was no way it wasn’t going to be.
“Have you heard from him?” Barty asked.
“Radio silence.” Regulus repeated Narcissa’s words from earlier.
“Is that good or bad?” Evan asked, talking around the smoke he had inhaled.
“Don’t know,” Regulus shrugged. “I think he’s trying to figure out his next move,”
“It’s not like we don’t have a plan in place. Everyone knew this was coming.” Pandora said.
And she was right. Everyone knew he was bound to snap at one point.
The first son of the most successful directors of the 21st century creating a band with his best friends (who top charts way too often for people to cry nepotism) at the age of 16 and started painting his nails.
The boy that was in the spotlight before he was even born was now walking around with eyeliner and long hair, who sings songs filled with such deep desire and emotion that people have to question what had inspired those lyrics, and who looked at his guitarist with way too much love in his eyes to ever be called straight.
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