#convo:regulus

Where: 12 Grimmauld Place With: @blackleonis

Evan didn’t visit with the Blacks very often, but when he did have cause to come by he was always well received. In his younger years when he’d been building his image for the world it hadn’t been so, but his initiation into the Dark Lord’s ranks and the approval of the man himself had soon put any such animosity to bed. Now? He was met with a smile and an offer for drinks, which of course he always accepted.

He’d merely come to pass on some information acquired during his recent travels to Belgium for a Duelling tournament. He’d ranked first, his fifth first place of the season, and had met a promising witch from Berlin he’d thought worth passing on. The conversation had been rather run of the mill by this point and soon the tumblers were empty and it was time to be on his way.

As Evan approached the door it opened before he got there and the youngest Black stepped inside. Regulus. It was easy for Evan to paste on a charming smile and greet the other warmly, Regulus, I haven’t seen you in months, do come here.” He put both hands on the younger mans shoulders and nodded, “Yes, I think you’ve grown. Now, have you been practicing that jinx I taught you before I left? I insist you give me a showing if you think you’ve got it down, hmm?” he smiled. 

When: Present Day {Game Time} Where: Marauder Frat House With: Regulus @thelionshrt

Thanks to a few chats with Sirius and Remus, Dirk was well aware one Regulus Black was couch-sitting with the two and the rest of their mischievous gang. Now, Dirk had only met the younger Black in a handful or Order meetings but he was well aware of the choice the guy had made to help them reach this time of peace.

And someone like that deserved a few more reasons to smile!

So, Dirk had taken it upon himself (as he often did) to try and give the guy some new, positive experiences, starting today. He was dressed in muggle clothes, jeans, a shirt and a yellow leather jacket; combined with his bright green hair he was hard to miss. Knocking on the door he got lucky since Regulus happened to answer.

"Hey man!" Dirk grinned, pulling the other into a hug before Regulus could react, "You're just who I was looking for! Get your shoes on cause we're going out for a day of fun!" The declaration was inevitable.

When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: Potter/Black House (Diagon Alley) With: Reguulus @thelionshrt

He never seemed to eat. It was concerning given they were a house of five young men all of whom should be stuffing their faces. But... He was hardly one to talk, and Remus was usually too concerned with raiding the snack draw rather than a big meal. Still, Regulus wasn't eating, and that just didn't sit right with Peter.

So, after he got in from work (having picked up a few veggies and meat from the muggle market in London) he went into the kitchen and got to work. An hour or so later he came out with a large bowl of lobscouse and a few slices of freshly buttered bread. Straightening his back a little and taking a deep breath he headed over to the younger man. He was Sirius' brother, nothing to worry about.

"Umm, excuse me," he said, his voice soft, quiet as though they were in a library rather than a living room, "I hope you don't mind but I uhr- well I wanted to make sure you got some dinner." he licked his lips and placed the tray down next to him, "I-it's important you look after yourself."

@arctural - Based of this song

The Black family held rather wonderful, select gatherings and he’d attended more than a few in his time. Not simply because of his relation as a cousin, but because he shared many of the values of the old and traditional way and his blood and stature reflected that. There was a meeting of the like minded and he felt less of a need to put on heirs here than he would elsewhere. 

So, there was no grand piano playing, no working the room with a perfect smile and a half drunk flute of champagne, no regaling crowds with a perfect anecdote for the occasion. Simply him, sitting on a plush armchair with a tumbler of firewhiskey and an expressionless look upon his face. Some people had an intrinsic expression their face rested in, one they didn’t even know they were doing; Evan was different. His default expression was unreadable, as though nothing were there at all. Like an ambush predator waiting in perfect stillness for prey to amble too close and strike interest... and it just so happened one did.

In a moment, life seemed to flood his frame. He relaxed further into the chair, tilted his head up with wide eyes and a small smile and his hand even gently rotated the whiskey glass. “Ahh, the most noble Mr. Black, enjoying your evening I hope?” he asked softly, the should’ve been a greeting but managed to still hold that predatory air, how a fox would speak to a chicken...

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littlestblack

Augustus glanced up from his spot in the hospital seat, leg (both real and fake) were hitched up on the seat across from him. "Oh--Sorry, man," he straightened up, taking his legs down. He was in for his usual scan, to make sure the Osteosarcoma hadn't come back. They wanted to be positive, because if they didn't catch it right away? It was almost impossible to treat

"So..What are you here for?" he asked curiously, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and placing one between his teeth.