#c:regulus

LOCATION: 12 grimmauld place TIME: just after lunchtime

Although she'd been here a handful of times before, something about 12 Grimmauld Place still felt eerie to Pandora. It was a lot colder than her home was. Reminded her of her father's. Whilst she waited for Regulus in the library with Kreacher, she spoke jovially to the house elf, cutting through the uncomfortable silence with her light conversation. "Oh, sure," she was saying, giving in at last. "I'd love a cup of tea. Three sugars and milk, please. And whatever Master Regulus drinks so it's ready for him. Thank you, Kreacher. You’re always so kind."

Who: @regulus-lionhearted-black​

Gideon always felt out of place at events like this. He had never known how to fit in with the -=]crowd and this crowd especially was not one that he found himself in often. He would have preferred to skip this party and spend his time painting something in the garden instead. It had been far too long since he had truly been able to paint to his hearts content. He was holding his wand in battle more often than he was holding a brush and that had crushed his soul just a bit the more that this life carried on. He hated the war. He hated that he had to fight anyone. He wanted nothing more than to have never heard of the battes going on around him.

He supposed it was too late to regret his choices now though. He had made good friends in the order and he valued those relationships. He had never felt more a part of something before. It brought him a sense of peace more than anything else could lately. Gideon found himself drifting from the crowds in search of something that would make the trip worth his time when he stumbled uon what must have been an art gallery. At least it had enough pieces of art to be one anyway.

Gideon was making his way slowly through the paintings when he found a familiar face. A hesitant smile came to his lips as he moved to stand next to the other man. "Regulus are you hiding from the party too? Or do you find art really interesting as well?"

There was advantages to going on a date with Regulus in a muggle town in Ireland. 

First of all, the likelihood that anyone who might recognise them, who might pose a problem to their secret, was so much lower here that they could relax. More than they could almost anywhere else. Fiadh could walk with her hand in Reg’s and not feel anxious about anything.

Second, Regulus’ reaction to the muggle town made Fiadh smile. He was so confident in the wizarding world, but here he seemed confused but curious. Fiadh knew he had been taught a lot of negative things about muggles, so she gave his hand a squeeze every time he looked... well, Fiadh wasn’t exactly sure how she’d describe it. Apprehensive? Maybe.