#mostnoblechattering

picture this.

james prioritizes checking the small compartments first because he knows regulus would hide in them while thinking “they’re never gonna guess i’m here. they don’t even think i can fit.”

james laughs to himself as he decides to open the dumbwaiter knowing that his 5’7 boyfriend would adequately fit in it.

regulus: wand to your head, should i go to the yule ball with james or barty?

sirius: *looks up in a mixture of confusion and disgust*

james and regulus, who after 2 years of dating, and 3 years of on-and-off make out sesh prior, finally decides to move in together.

james and regulus, who are spending their saturday to shop for home decorations and accessories to bring a mix of james’ industrial aesthetic and reg’s victorian eclectic taste to life.

james, who upon holding regulus’ hand for the better part of the browsing, decides to let go to check a roguish looking table top that fits his vision of the hangout room in their basement.

james, who unconsciously spent 15 minutes asking the store employee of it’s qualities, makes an exclaimed resolution to buy the entire set, including its 6-seat match and a green and red lava lamp at the table’s center.

james, who has passed through six sections of the store and still hasn’t found regulus, is slowly creeping with anxiety and worry for the whereabouts of his cat-like boyfriend.

james, who has the bright idea to check the couch section because his boyfriend is cat-like.

james, who sees the peeking long, pale limbs of his pretty 5’8 boyfriend all comfortable and cramped up in a fetal position on a yellow sunflower lazy sofa.

james, who smiles to himself as he takes a moment to stare at regulus, thankful to spend the rest of his hopefully long life with none other than this sarcastic, flamboyant, and helplessly cute curly brunette rendition of thumbelina.

james, who apologizes to an approaching staff and humbly asks not to disturb his insomniac boyfriend’s sleep, buys the lazy sofa without hesitation.

regulus, who wakes up feeling like a fresh newborn baby, suddenly realizes that he is now in the front seat of their car.

regulus, who is confused, backtracks on his memories and turns tomato red after remembering where he had shamelessly slept on.

regulus, who looks at james’ sheepish smile and nods at his “hello, love”, looks at the back seat to see a big bulging yellow pillow that seems pleasantly identical to the lazy sofa he slept on.

regulus, who gives james a double look, and turns pomegranate red, realizes that he has been carried to the car after passing out dead asleep in the damn couch.

regulus, who looks fondly at james, thankful to spend the rest of his hopefully not-so-sleepless life with one james potter—whose light ironically lulls him to sleep.

regulus and james, who spoon together in the lazy sofa, basking in a dreamless sleep with their entire world lying beside them.

sirius is a tease. but when remus gets his hand on sirius, ohhh there’s no going back. no breaks. no consideration. no sweet talk.

he talks filthy once the doors are closed, and you won’t be hearing from them for the next 24 hours. remus doesn’t beat around the bush, he unbuckles sirius’ belt immediately like he’s been fasting for the past week and it’s his first time eating a full course meal. sirius buys 2 shirts of the same style because he knows it’s gonna be ripped to shreds.

hc where before regulus left grimmauld to move in with the potters, james had adopted a blue-eyed black cat he found while shopping for a new broom in diagon alley.

after a year with nisha, (yes he called it nisha because his black fur reminded him of midnight) regulus finally mustered up the courage to knock on the potter’s front door.

james felt surprised that nisha, friendly as he is, found it completely impossible to calm in regulus’ presence—a complete opposite effect reg had on james.

after a few months of silent bickering between reg and his black cat, nisha suddenly left and it destroyed james, left him silently in tears in his bedroom for days.

on a random winter night, nisha finally came back like nothing happened and sat on james’ lap. james’ heart leapt with joy that he was willing to forego nisha’s obviously not blue, but grey, eyes.

afraid to let nisha out of his sight once more, james coddled the cat so much, he carried it wherever he went like a newborn baby.

james promised to himself that he would talk to reg and convince him that they had more similarities than their stubborn attitudes could argue. except that james hasn’t seen regulus since last night.

overwhelmed with worry with nisha in his arms, james scoured the house and opened every single room that reg could possibly fit in. (even the dumbwaiter) what greeted james as he walked the second floor hallway is a black cat standing near the window. a pregnant black cat with blue eyes, eyes similar to nisha.

james had to rub his eyes, readjust his glasses, and take a double look between a pregnant looking nisha on the window and a grey-eyed looking imposter on his arms.

exasperated, james sighs to himself, “if you’re nisha, then whose black cat am i holding?”

before he could even call sirius, or regulus wherever he may be, the grey-eyed cat jumped from his arms and leapt outside the window. james never saw the grey-eyed cat again.

oh and also regulus arrived on the front door just right after that strange revelation.

quidditch is just soccer on air with a few tweaks here and there, more foot and calves, less brooms and bats.