“ WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?” Marlene stormed in, knocking the glass of liquor from his hand, stomping into it to ensure the glass SMASHED into millions of pieces. After DAYS of being out of the house, making sure Sirius didn’t do anything stupid while the two SEARCHED high and low for James. The two were losing their mind, and out of DESPERATION, Marlene went to the one person they hoped had no clue of his whereabouts, because they couldn’t be held accountable for what happened if that were the case. “ I swear to fucking god if you and your damn hooligans think this is funny game, I won’t hesitate to release ALL my fury. Death will be the least of your fucking worries.”
Was the accusation, irrational? Perhaps. But, it was the Quidditch League Championship and James hadn’t been spotted at a single game or pub listening in on the game, and that wasn’t like him. And sure, people had gone missing before, died even, but this hit closer to home than anything, especially after the loss of Regulus. This was the last thing SIRIUS needed.
“And that’s just me, there’s no saying what the fuck Sirius will do if you had anything to do with his disappearance after Reg. Fucking hell.”
Lucas Mulciber had been enjoying his glass of liquor when his dearly beloved spouse decided to come in and cuss up quite the storm. A smirk momentarily rest upon his lips as Marlene went on and on about some friend and the words missing and something he knew were accusations being hurled at him. He pursed his lips as he looked at the spilled liquid and glass on the ground and sighed, clearly looking bored with their spiel.
Lazily taking his wand out, Mulciber muttered Reparo under his breath and watched the glass come back whole. The liquid still remained in a puddle, but it wasn't his job to clean it up. Eyes trained on his spouse, he waited. Waited till they were finished. "You're lucky you've caught me in a good mood today, McKinnon. That was a precious glass. Wizard made, do you know how much more expensive those are than goblin made?" At a snap of his fingers, one of the house elves got to work around the puddle and he finally moved away.
"First of all, language, my dear. Remember who you're talking to." Mulciber paused, to let the gravity of his words sink in. "Secondly, whatever you think I did to 'him', I didn't. Unless of course, you're talking about that sodding house elf, who really did have it coming, for doing a piss poor job on my shoes." He let that sink in as well. "Thirdly, if Sirius Black wants to come into my house, looking for a fight, he is more than welcome to do so. I must warn him, and you by definition..." He turned to face them, looking at them dead in the eyes. "...that it won't be a pretty fight." There was a cruel smirk on his lips at the last sentence, eyes not leaving there's. “Rest in peace, Regulus. He was more of a brother to us than his actual brother.”
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