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@regal-hearted
"Diagon Alley keeps getting worse by the year," Regulus commented, to no one in particular, as he regarded a 'pop-up' stall, marketing muggle knick-knacks to curious passers. How someone could even get a permit to sell such hideous and undesirable things escaped Regulus. Wizards were getting complacent, accepting muggles and their dangerous ideas into their heads. It would have to stop.
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"A bit more?" Andra just raised an eyebrow, and rolled her eyes. She thought her own skills were pretty decent but even she wouldn't want to risk it against a werewolf. The chance of getting bitten was far too high for her liking. "You could say that about all the people that have not made a choice. We're at war Regulus. People are going to be hurt. That is war." And as long as it was not her brother or herself getting hurt then she didn't really care.
"Trust me if i thought a time turner could change things that had happened I would have already done it." She would do anything to bring her father back. But it just couldn't happen. And thinking that way just made things harder.
"Just means we have to work harder to make sure things end up the way we want."
"Maybe a big bit, but still just a bit," Regulus said, perhaps a touch defensively as he worried his sleeve. Just how bad would it have been for him if he had been there? There was no way that he could have backed out of a challenge, as underprepared as he might be.
"The people we care about aren't meant to get hurt," Regulus muttered. "We're meant to do better than that. I intend to make a better world and I would like to be able to protect as many innocents while doing that. We're better and it should show." People should be clamouring for the return of the pureblood family, for the safety that that brought them. They were failing society.
"Harder never seems like it's enough though," Regulus mourned, staring at his hands. When hadn't he tried harder? He'd gone home early from the festivities to work - which should be trying harder, only to fail his friends.
thankful, it was enough just to be in regulus' presence. there's an innate comfort in his being by her side, born from two decades of close companionship that resulted in narcissa seeing him as more of a brother than a cousin and it calms her. one might even be tempted to say that she shared a deeper bond with him than with her two sisters. it certainly felt, at times, as though she could speak more freely with regulus... particularly on matters of the heart. vulnerability didn't scare her quite as much as it usually did when face to face with his thoughtful understanding. ❛ i know... i know... ❜ she breathes, holding onto regulus' forearms for support as she considers whether she should simply resign herself to the thankful outcome that not a single member of their family had fallen victim to the beast's claws. only, her cousin can't truly begin to imagine the onslaught of guilt she stared down, for he hadn't been there holding valeria's body as she appeared to bleed out, the memories of it beginning to flash before her teary blue-green eyes once more, ❛ i just... i fear i... ❜ the blonde struggles, unable to voice what she so rarely felt, ❛ i fear i put valeria directly into the line of fire, or at least i stood by and allowed her to be dragged into it... had i... not been so prideful or spoken up for her, perhaps she wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed, maimed and permanently scarred. ❜ regret.
"It's okay, Narcissa," Regulus said softly, shifting slightly so his fingers could brush against her arm in soothing circles. He wondered whether he should try and guide her to a seat, just in case... she had been through a lot - more than someone as fair as she should have to. It concerned Regulus that so many of those he cared for, those he sought to protect, had so suffered that night. That he had been absent was a great pain.
Regulus pushed that aside, focusing on his cousin. "Put her into the line of fire?" He asked softly, gaze shifting across her features. "Listen to me, no one expects you to have fought off a werewolf - that would be madness." He ignored that a significant part of him wished to have been given an opportunity to do just that. Dark curses came to his mind, and whispers of fame and renown, of claiming recognition for his House, of proving himself a worthy heir to the name of Black. He swallowed and pushed such ambitions aside.
"Do... do you want to explain everything that happened? I don't know if talking would help you find the proof that you have absolutely no reason to feel blame." Regulus asked softly. "I've... I've only heard in drips and drabs, what's been made available to me and from that, I can find no reason as to why you should be carrying any of this on your shoulders."
The shift in Regulus’ posture nearly earned a chuckle. Fortunately, for Regulus anyway, he wasn’t in a particularly bad mood. There would be no pushing his point of view unless absolutely necessary, and Lucius was hardly worthy of the effort and energy required in doing so.
This time, the bark of a laugh escaped, earning a shake of Sirius’ head before he said anything. “Not low enough to need to do so,” He shrugged. “You will be relieved to know I have yet to need to do anything dramatic in regards to further proving I’m a disgrace to the Black family name.” The words were spoken as though that was a challenge, earning a smug look since he was perfectly content with things being read as he had something planned if it came down to it.
“Could have been the alcohol,” Sirius admitted with a dismissive shrug. While he wasn’t too appreciative of immediately shifting to bashing muggle food, he could remain civil as long as Regulus was.
“You’ll have to enlighten me on that,” He admitted. “Food has been food as long as it tastes decent.
Regulus' nose wrinkled at the challenge in Sirius' words. How far would he be willing to take it just to irk the family? This was why he shouldn't be interacting with the scoundrel, he risked encouraging Sirius to further depravity. "Please refrain from doing so. You may no longer be my b... br... concern, but I still care abou..." Regulus crossed his arms. He bit his lip. Why did Sirius make him like this? Why must he inspire such inner conflict?
"If you do something stupid, in the name of becoming a disgrace, don't come crying to me when you get hurt." Yes, that seemed more suitable, less sentimental.
He shook his head at the notion that alcohol would cause a stomach ache. True, he knew that was possible but seriously? When there were contenders such as muggle sweets? There was clearly one villain here. "Food is wonderful, when prepared right," Regulus said, a frown on his face. "You should know that, we didn't deprive you of good food..." He bit his lip, frowning at Sirius. Perhaps he could only say the wrong things. "Well, if you are truly concerned about me... and... do want to talk... meet me at the park we used to go to? I'll follow. With sandwiches..."
"Or you could have got hurt in the chaos." Andra pointed out, rolling her eyes. She had thought that the Blacks were supposed to be intelligent people, but she was radically changing her mind lately. "Define innocent." She murmured, shrugging her shoulders casually. Alexandra didn't care too much in regards to the people that had gotten hurt. As long as it was not herself or Evan then it was okay. Of course she wouldn't actually say that out loud, since she did have a image to maintain after all.
"There's no point wallowing over it now Regulus. You can't change the past." Though sometimes she really wished that she could.
"I know, I know. And you're probably right. A werewolf is probably a bit more than I can handle," He said slowly, reluctant to admit that perhaps he would have been useless. "But I've willingly volunteered myself for the fight for a better world. I've accepted a level of danger to myself. Rodolphus hasn't, he's innocent and should have been spared this."
Regulus pushed his hair back. "Not being able to change the past doesn't make it any easier. But I take your point. Pity I can't nab a time turner and use it to make things more to my liking." Logistically, such a heist would be more difficult than it was worth, not to mention how many turns it would need... "Plus I suspect time turners can't be used to alter the past, anything that has happened already being affected by the future use of the time turner..."
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"No, I wouldn't know what that's like." he mused, "I've only been successful in my attempts. Besides, I'm a Ravenclaw alumnus; stupid isn't in my vocabulary." His charming smiled wavered as his mood began to brew into something else.
"If I don't know any better, it sounds like you're questioning my abilities. I can assure you that everything I've written is true." There was no lie to detect; it was true, just he wasn't the one who had done it.
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Regulus arched an eyebrow at Lockheart's suggestion that Ravenclaws did not understand stupidity. Yes, they had their smarts, but the hat was none too specific on what it meant by smarts. He preferred the keen cunning and directed ambition of his own house.
"Sometimes it seems a bit far fetched that a half blood could achieve all you've claimed, without the aid of a pureblood," Regulus shrugged. Only one person, Severus, had given him cause to reconsider his stance on those with less than pureblood, but Severus was rather the exception, the proof of what could be in their new world order. But for now, Regulus was unwilling to extend that further than immediate friends, much less someone outside of Slytherin. "But they are jolly good tales, regardless. Perhaps I can look forward to your retelling of last night's events. I am certain that those innocents your shielded would be delighted to see that you get the limelight you so deserve."
"Oh yes. I took him reading material, and he appreciated it. Just be careful though, he's not in the best mood so don't expect the warmest of welcomes when you walk through that door." he let off a smile, thinking about how Rod almost cursed him.
"If you don't mind me asking, where were you?" His voice had no resentment; after all, he wasn't there for Rod either. "And yes, I'm fine."
He looked over his shoulder to ensure they were alone, then leaned in to whisper into Regulus' ear, "Although, I'm going to strangle Snape for letting Corin escape."
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"Thank you for the warning, I'll be sure to keep it in mind. Not that I can blame him." Attacked by a werewolf, then locked up while recovering. Neither were ideal.
"It's stupid. I went home early to work. It was the festival. I shouldn't have but I wanted to get a few things ready ahead of time." Regulus rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed pointless now, with everything thrown into disarray. "I should have stayed. If I had..." He knew what would have happened. He wasn't a fighter. But by Merlin he wished he could have done something.
The revelation from Rabastan had Regulus' eyes fly wide open. "Wait, what?" He hissed.
"Are you an idiot?" Andra asked, shaking her head as she stirred a cube of sugar into her tea. "You being there would make put you closer to ending up as a wolf's supper." Hence why she was very glad that she had been not only not in London, but not even in the country. "I'm very glad I was in France."
"Perhaps," Regulus conceded with a shrug, starring into his tea. "It's just... I don't know. Maybe an extra wand would have helped, maybe it would have made the difference. I want to fight, I want to make a difference. It doesn't seem right that I should be spared while those who are innocents must suffer." He thought of Rodolphus, injured, and as yet, unaligned to their cause. It should not have been that way round.
“Better than a book? That’s quite the claim, Regulus,” Rodolphus shifted to get a better look at him. To say he was relieved to see work’s emblem on the stack of papers would have been an understatement. Admittedly, a little pitiful to be happy to see something work related, but his usual routine had been ruined enough to earn his appreciation. Add in explicitly being told he could take time to recuperate and he wasn’t appreciating any of it.
It was a relief that Regulus wasn’t staring. As much as he would deny being self conscious of the ordeal, (his face of all things — surely he could be forgiven for being vain enough to be upset the beast hadn’t aimed lower) the lack of staring was something he could be thankful for. His own mother hadn’t said much on it either but there was to be expected since it was his mother.
“It’s for the best you left,” He muttered. “The thing had a craving for purebloods, and it certainly isn’t worth being cooped up in here. Work offered a few days off to recuperate. I hate to admit it, but I would rather be there than here.” Perhaps more information than he needed to give away, but he was almost certain the sour expression and way of greeting were proof enough that he wasn’t happy with his current situation.
"You us Blacks, we always like to come in with our bold, sweeping claims," Regulus smiled, handing over the paperwork. He might lean especially into the the Black's flair for dramatics but he was far from the first.
With his bribe of work seemingly accepted, Regulus pulled up a chair, sitting next to Rodolphus with a frown. "A taste for purebloods? Now that is concerning," He said softly, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful frown on his face. "Well, we better hope the Ministry have their act together and can get this sorted swiftly." Why did it have to be them? Werewolves with a taste for mudbloods would be much less of an issue, perhaps even desirable.
"Well, I'm happy to act as a smuggler and get you anything that is safe to take from the office. Or, you know, drop by with some tea so we can discuss a case. I have no intention of leaving you entirely bereft." Regulus gave a small smile. It wasn't much of a consolation but it was something that they could work with. He knew if their fortunes had been reversed, he would have appreciated the offer. "Or you know, smuggle you some decent food. Whatever seems most pressing an issue."
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"Yes I suppose you may be correct," Andromeda started, watching as the kettle measured water into the tea pot and a spoon stirred the leaves around inside. "...but it sounds awfully cold does it not? I just feel I can't wait for this all to end, yes we will do our best but death each day it's a lot for any one person." Truthfully, Andromeda didn't want a repeat of the Silas Crump situation, it had been a terrible loss for them as a team and for her personally. As much as Andromeda didn't care to admit it, she carried the fact he was in a cell with her, more than she had her other cases in the past.
Shaking her head, she leant back in her chair. "Why do you think a werewolf was in London?" She asked Regulus, moving into work mode. "In all our years nothing has happened like that before, never that out in the open, at an event like that. Even when people have been attacked it's been in the shadows. I find it... perculiar."
"It's not each day. Just... more than it has previously been." Regulus said slowly, watching the kettle as it started to boil. This attack, it wasn't them, as far as he knew, but soon, as the Death Eaters became more overt in their bid to liberate their kind from muggle oppression, he suspected more deaths to follow. Too long had they remained in the shadows and he yearned for freedom. He could not, with an honest heart, say he did not look forward to what was to come. "Still, I wasn't there. That, no doubt, helps me to compartmentalise the issue," He conceded, concerned that he might be coming across as callous. "We'll get through this. We'll survive, as our family has for centuries."
The question about a werewolf in London was interesting and Regulus rubbed his chin, thinking. It was a good question. "I'd like to say someone may have been turned by chance and had no idea but attacking at the Equinox festivities? That's got to be a statement. The Equinox is when the day and night match, maybe it's a statement on equality, a desire to change our society in their favour?"
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Gilderoy's charming smile faltered at the other wizard's formality for a split second. "Alright, Regulus." He would have said the man's full name if he had known it. "Yes, well, I'm only one wizard, and I can't be everywhere at once." he shrugged. "I'm sorry about your friend. Would that be Rodolphus Lestrange by any chance?"
"Besides, where were you? I haven't heard about your amazing feats either." While Gilderoy was used to being put into the spotlight, he sensed the sarcasm and wasn't having someone question his credibility. "It wasn't anything as terrifying as defeating a banshee, but yes, the incident has left an air of terror among the community." he paused, considering his sentence before letting the words slip regardless, "I'm sure you would know just how terrifying it was. You must have been right in the middle of the action trying to protect your friend."
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Regulus gave a soft nod at the question before his eyes grew dark. "I left early to get some work done. If I'd been there I'd have done something entirely..." His hand clenched. That wolf had hurt his friend. It was all too easy to imagine utilising the dark arts he so valued to bring the monster to justice, to make it bow, to make it...
He blinked and the emotion was better under control. Regulus ran a hand over his face and drew in a breath.
"...Stupid. I'd have done something entirely stupid and probably have ended up in a neighbouring sick bed. But I guess you wouldn't know what that's like, hm? Banisher of banshees." The humour didn't quiet come as naturally, the teasing lilt that he employed for the half blood not quiet right.
Rabastan stopped at the call of his name. He tilted his head and caught a glimpse of Regulus out of the corner of his eye. "Regulus," he said with a sigh of relief. "Well, it all went to dragon shit; that's what happened."
He put his hand on his friend's shoulder and gave a faint smile. "Rod will be fine. Have you visited him yet?"
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"I... I can't believe I wasn't there!" Regulus shook his head and gave Rabastan a weak smile. "I'm going to see Rodolphus later today. I... I want to pick him some stuff up at the office, I can only imagine how bored out of his mind he must be, locked up while he recovers.... But... are you doing OK?" His eyes searched Rabastan's face, looking for answers. He could scarce imagine what must be going through his friend.
narcissa's mind was moving a mile a minute and had been since the previous night. far too fast for her own comprehension as she swanned about st. mungo's attempting, rather in vain, to fight off the guilt she was having to swallow as a result of sending val off to her almost demise. all the while the more selfish part of her was struggling to stomach what calliope had said to her. they were a monstrous little wix indeed. thusly, in an uncharacteristically dejected daze of her own musings, the blonde scarcely has time to notice her beloved cousin make his entrance, ❛ oh, reg... ❜ she breathes a sigh of relief, welcoming him into her arms with a sliver of a smile, ❛ i'm so glad to see you. ❜ and it was true, for the events following valeria's attack were... blurry to say the least. the witch was thankful to know that regulus dismissed himself before the chaos began ensuing. and quite rightly he was for it too. ❛ as kind a gesture as that would be... i don't want you to miss work on my account. it's val we should be worried about, after all. i can't help but feel it's my fault. ❜ cissa confides, pulling him aside and out of view of any unwanted company as tears begin to prick her blue-green eyes.
Regulus held Narcissa in his arms, pulling her close to him and rubbing her arms, hoping to be soothing. "It's okay," He said softly, uncertain what support he could offer his cousin. Words seemed pitiful in the absence of action. How he wished that he could have been there, could have done something to protect his cousin and friends. "You're safe. You're fine. We're fine." The Black family had escaped unscathed.
He let Narcissa guide him to somewhere more private, quiet, happy to take a moment alone with his cousin if this is what she needed. The events of the ball must have been truly traumatising for all who were involved. He wouldn't be surprised if she had emotions that needed privacy to deal with. He wondered if he should amend his mental picture to physically unscathed.
"How could it be your fault? You had no way to know what would happen," Regulus said softly staring into her watering eyes. "It was a random attack, a creature with no sense of direction. Don't waste time blaming yourself. This lies on the shoulder of that monster and not you."
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"Yes please." Andromeda replied taking a deep breath an exhaling as she sat back in her chair. The last few days had been like a nightmare and she suspected it wasn't about to get any better. "Do you ever get tired of all this Regulus?" She asked, looking around the study. "I know our jobs regularly deal with death and the gruesome but times are getting so much darker, I wonder if it's a sign of more to come."
With a wave of his wand and a muttered incantation, Regulus had water pouring into the kettle and the kettle hanging over the fire. With magic, again he measured the tea into the pot. Magic always added that extra special touch, as little of the process touched by hand as possible. He used the focus on preparation to mull over his cousin's words.
"I think society is reaching a point where we can't ignore questions any longer. There's a tension and I wouldn't be surprised if it's felt beyond those immediately affected. It's a chance to further prove our capabilities, which can only be a good thing. for the business"
"Regulus," He offered a half smile. It was hard to read Regulus. That much was a given, but Sirius didn't mind trying to get on his brother's good side. There is no manipulation or need for information past worrying about Regulus' well-being this time. It was a perfectly understandable reason after hearing about the attack and worrying. Even with the estrangement, Regulus had ended up on the list of people he needed to know were okay. The information wouldn't have come from anyone in his ex-family, so going directly to the source was a must.
Sirius knew he was trying his luck with the more open approach toward things. There was a 50/50 chance of being hexed or pushed away. He was thoroughly impressed it didn't turn into Regulus recoiling. "I beg to differ," He wrinkled his nose. "But I'll spare you from getting into it about the idiot." Lucius was hardly worth thinking about as it was, so he could try to refrain from further badmouthing the imbecile.
"Let them talk," He sighed. "You can always play it off as my asking for money or something outlandish. Get creative - I've reached a point where I no longer care about what they have to say." The purebloods tended to eat up rumors as it was. Either option was reasonable enough to dismiss his appearance. Sirius would happily accept or deny what got spread as long as it didn't turn into Walburga being led to believe he saw the error of his ways.
"Thank Merlin," He whispered when Regulus mentioned having left. There was no knowing why that news came as a relief, but he wasn't about to question it. "I ended up nursing a stomachache, so staying out would have made things worse." A weak lie, but that was better than admitting his evening was spent romping in the woods with a werewolf with better self-control than the one with a thirst for purebloods.
Regulus drew himself up as Sirius continued in his dislike of Lucius, spine straightening, shoulders lifting, only for Sirius to back down and leave Regulus with his arguments for why Lucius was a good man unvoiced. It seemed hardly fair. Lucius deserved a defence. He had been there when Sirius had abandoned them. He deserved more than Regulus' silence.
But Sirius...
Regulus bit his tongue.
"Tolerating the idea of begging for money, how low have you sunken?" Regulus asked, eyebrow raised. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping. "It's not... the weather is tolerable. Perhaps I might like to take the spring air. I imagine it might be good for my constitution. I seem to recall that there is a lovely park with some rather secluded areas." He could certainly look to take a picnic there, should Sirius wish to talk, and it was much safer than being seen somewhere proper.
Head cocked at Sirius' 'Thank Merlin', yet another sign that he may have truly cared for him? He did not understand it. Sirius had made the very conscious decision to leave the family. It confused him. "Muggle food will do that to you," Regulus nodded sagely, in response to Sirius' stomach ache. It only made sense. And it was easier to focus on than Sirius' relief. "I'll only buy good, wizarding food for the picnic, just to be safe."
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Gilderoy had been collecting statements from the crime scene when Regulus approached him. He spun round on his heels, arms wide open. "Why, Reggie! Of course, I was ready for action!" he lied. While Gilderoy has many charms up his sleeve, he isn't the bravest person. Besides, who would love him if he had a permanent scar across his face?
"I decided to let the Aurors handle things. I was busy shielding a group of people from glass and debris." Which was the only true thing he had said so far – mainly because he had been a part of that group.
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Somehow, Lockheart never disappointed and Regulus found his amusement captured by the bombastic nature of his fellow wizard. "Regulus, not 'Reggie', I don't think we're on such informal terms. But my mistake, I had not heard of your valour that night. I must have been rather more concerned with the other details I've heard. A injured woman, one of the Sacred Twenty-eight, a friend of mine, injured... The news of your actions must have slipped through the cracks." He kept the sarcasm light and his expression open.
"It must have been a terrifying ordeal."
Sirius & @regal-hearted Location: Alleyway by the Ministry, the day after the attack
Dogging his brother’s steps in the literal sense hadn’t been part of the plan, with Padfoot making an appearance by the entrance of the Ministry and loyally remaining there until Regulus left for lunch. Predictable as always, there was no silencing the bark of a laugh that escaped upon realizing the suspected routine was still the same. He kept a distance, only shifting once certain there were no eyes on him, and it was just him and Regulus in the alleyway.
“Good to see you’re alive and scar-free,” Sirius announced and fell into step beside Regulus, taking the liberty of looping his arm around his brother’s for good measure. “A pity the wolf couldn’t have gone after Malfoy’s stupid face.”
"Sirius," Regulus grumbled, as his ex-brother fell into step with him, only unlike the last time fate had them collide, this time Regulus looked. Was... Was Sirius showing signs of caring? There was an arm around his... Sirius was glad that he was alive, uninjured... It seemed genuine.
"Lucius is a good man," He chided, still somewhat dazzled. Sirius... cared? A more reasonable part of his brain warned him that this was no doubt part of some hairbrained plan that he'd cooked up. But... What if Sirius cared?
"People will talk if you're seen with me. And I need to have lunch," Regulus muttered quietly. He frowned, then glanced at Sirius again, and away. "I left just before... everything went wrong. I don't recall seeing you there, either." He couldn't ask directly, to check that Sirius had escaped without damage. That would be wrong. He couldn't care about a blood traitor.
He was better than that.
