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Regulus was making his evening prefect rounds when he heard it; the clatter of something metal being dropped and unfortunately familiar voices. He turned the corner and came nearly nose to nose with James.

“Regulus! Oh thank Merlin, I knew someone was coming. Best to be you.” James whispered hurriedly, peeking over Regulus’ shoulder to ensure it was just him approaching then returning to help Sirius pick up a large, almost cauldron sized, metal bowl. Remus and Peter stood behind them, the former shaking his head and holding two brown fabric bags that Regulus recognized from slughorn’s potion material stocks, while Peter stood frozen still with his hands behind his back, as if Regulus couldn’t see him if he didn’t move.

“I am a prefect, James, this still isn’t good for you. What are you all doing out of your dorms? What’s that for?” Regulus hissed but James just grinned.

“I don’t know, Reg, I like my chances with you better than with Minnie. Don’t worry about it just- you didn’t see us, okay?” Then he actually winked, Sirius rolling his eyes and fake gagging at his implications, and together they lifted the bronze colored bowl and started walking away down the hallway. Remus gave him a nod, Regulus really shouldn’t be surprised he was involved, he was probably the mastermind behind this whole thing, and Peter still refused to make eye contact as he shuffled after his friends.

“I should report you!” Regulus whisper-yelled, after them, crossing his arms and huffing to himself now as he watched them round another corner, James offering only a blown kiss over his shoulder before they disappeared. 

Not a minute later Regulus heard the distinct sound of footsteps behind him and turned to see McGonagall striding up the hallway.

“Mister Black,” she acknowledged him, “finishing your rounds?” Regulus smirked.

“Actually, professor, I did see some shifty individuals stalking the halls.” She stopped in front of him and raised an eyebrow knowingly. 

“And you did not return them to their dorms?” Regulus gave an elegant shrug.

“I didn’t want to interfere. They seemed entirely too untrustworthy for a student to handle.” He was pushing his luck and he knew it, admitting he saw students out of bed and didn’t apprehend them, but he trusted McGonagall to know exactly who he was talking about. “They disappeared down that corridor.” He pointed to it. “I’m sure you could find them, if you wouldn’t mind. This really is a job for a professor.” McGonagall nodded, an exhausted but familiar look on her face.

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Wife!Sevika x Reader - Baby Blues

Summary: A colicky newborn leaves you exhausted and overwhelmed, but Sevika is always there, soothing the baby and taking care of the two people she loves most.

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic May 23, Word count 480

Regulus loved Herbology. Once they knew what they were doing, it tended to be quite quiet in the greenhouses, especially at N.E.W.T. level. Only serious Herbologists took Herbology at N.E.W.T. level. He was taking clippings from a Dittany plant. The parent plant was blooming nicely, but the hospital wing and potions classroom were constantly low on the useful plant, so Regulus was busy finding ways to establish a new colony of plants so they’d never run out again. 

He chose only the best sections to transplant, and so far, so good, that was until James Potter appeared to ask Professor Sprout something and knocked one of his pots off the potting table. 

His hand was on his wand before Potter could open his mouth to apologise, but as Professor Sprout was watching them, he thought better of cursing the twat. 

“Oh, shit, sorry, Reg,” James apologised, quickly mending the pot and returning its contents with a flick of his wand. The mended pot sailed back onto the potting bench as though it had never fallen in the first place. 

“Do be careful, Mr Potter,” Professor Sprout scolded him fondly. 

“Sorry, Professor,” James apologised again. “Professor, I was wondering if you had any dittany? There’s none in the student stores, and I need it for the potion I’m brewing.”

“You’ll have to ask, Mr Black, here. He’s in charge of the dittany.”

James turned a hopeful face towards Regulus. 

“No,” Regulus said plainly, turning away to tend to his precious plants. 

“Please, I really need to finish this potion tonight. It’s for…” 

Whoever it was for, Regulus didn’t find out because James clammed up and looked around nervously, but Regulus was sure he knew who the recipient of the potion was. 

“Full moon tonight,” he said, not looking at James. 

“Er, is it?” James answered, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. 

“Mmm,” Regulus hummed as he stroked a finger down one of the leaves of the dittany plant he’d just potted. 

He held the pot out to James. “Here. As long as you don’t take all the leaves, the plant should thrive, and you’ll have a constant supply of dittany.”

“Oh, thank you, Regulus, thank you!” And then James Potter pulled him into his arms and hugged him.

“Yes, all right, let me go,” he shoved against James’s incredibly hard chest. 

“I owe you one,” James said, taking the plant pot and turning to leave.