regsblackk:
regulus was sitting on a log with his elbows propped on his knees, his expressionless face in his hands as he watched a small fifth year hufflepuff ramble on to him. apparently it was the first time they were invited to a party, and they were quite thrilled about getting an invitation. every now and then, he would respond with a “really?” or “yeah?” or an occasional nod.
‘ what a beautiful monologue!! who is this boy quoting?? shakespeare, bukowski, some modern prick ?? ‘ she sat down, deciding to entertain herself.


















