#pre jegulus

A.N. I'm back on my bullshit! I've returned from holiday and have had this idea knocking about for the entire two weeks. I hope you enjoy this one.

So, without further ado, here we go again!

“Yo, Reggie!” Sirius exclaimed loudly, as he threw himself into the chair next to Regulus, jostling his brothers arm and causing him to leave a red line across a students piece of classwork.

“For goodness sake, Sirius.” Regulus groaned as he reached for his tipex. “Will you watch what you are doing.”

“Sorry little bro.” Regulus doubted Sirius actually meant it. “How was your weekend?”

“It was fine.”

“Just fine? Come onnnn, you know I need more than that. Did you go out with the murder twins? Did you meet anyone?” Sirius waggled his eyebrows suggestively.  

“Why do you care?” Regulus finally looked up and squinted at his annoying big brother.

“Because I am a boring old marry man and I need to live vicariously through my baby brother and his hedonistic lifestyle.”

“Hedonistic and Regulus are not two words I thought I’d ever hear in the same sentence.” Remus Lupin, his equally annoying brother in law, added as he joined them at the small table.

“Fuck off both of you.” Regulus scowled and went back to his marking. “I have to have these finished for 4th period.”

Sirius and Remus chortled and carried on talking. Regulus attempted to drown them out, but something caught his attention.

“What was that?” He asked.

“I said, have you seen the new PE teacher yet?”

“What happened to Anderson?” Regulus had liked the man. He was gruff and easily irritated by both students and teachers alike, which meant he was great to sit with and ensure Regulus never got disturbed, like now.

“Retired.”

“Fired.”

Remus and Sirius answered at the same time.

“Sirius, my love, please don’t start any stupid rumours.” Remus shook his head as he sighed heavily. “Anderson wanted a change of pace, so he retired, that’s all.”

“Oh, well, that’s irritating.” Regulus huffed and went back to his marking.

“Good morning, everyone.” The far too cheerful tones of Albus Dumbledore rang out across the staffroom, but Regulus kept his head down.

He had heard the new teacher introduction multiple times over the last few years and it was always the same. So, he kept one ear open and both eyes on his papers.

Really he should have marked them on the weekend, but he had been out with Barty and Evan on Saturday night and then had not woken up in his own bed on Sunday morning. He had spent most of yesterday nursing a hangover and washing the stranger off of him, once he got home.

“James, would you like to say a few words?” Regulus heard Dumbledore ask.

“Thanks, Albus.” A deep, honey laced voice answered and Regulus stopped marking long enough to look up and his jaw dropped.

The man standing next to Dumbledore had wild, pitch black hair that was out of control, like this man spent all day running his fingers through it. Regulus couldn’t quite work out the shade of his eyes behind his round, wire framed glasses, but he was sure they were some kind of deep gold. He was easily over six feet tall and built like a damn Adonis. Regulus wasn’t normally into the jock type, but unbidden, his mind flashed images of this man trapping him against a wall, both looming over him and then holding him up against said wall.

“Thank you, James, I’m sure we’re all looking forward to getting to know you better as the term progresses.” Albus wrapped up.

Fuck, Regulus hadn’t heard a damn word this James had said.

“You’re drooling.” His smug bastard of a brother in law, whispered across the table at him and Regulus’ jaw snapped shut. Remus’ smirk grew as Regulus tried to subtly check his chin for any actual drool, of which, he was mortified to discover, there was some.

To his further mortification, his idiot brother was on his feet and calling the man over to their table.

Absolutely fucking not! Regulus swept all his papers up, grabbed his satchel and practically ran out of the staffroom before he could embarrass himself further.

Dorcas: What do you look for in a man?

Regulus: Someone who can cook.

Dorcas: Oh??

Regulus: Yeah. If he knows how to cook, I’d marry him on the spot and get down on my knees every—

The other side of the library…

Sirius: Mate, where are you off to—?

James, quickly packing up his bag: I have a cooking lesson to attend.

Sirius: Prongs, you can’t cook for shit!

Regulus: You once told me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, to not say anything at all.

Sirius:

James, falls out of his hiding place from behind Regulus:

Regulus: James? What are you doing here?!

James: Er…

Regulus: Why are you on the floor?

James: All very excellent questions, yes. Which I have a perfectly good answer to!

Regulus:

James:

Regulus: Waiting on that perfect answer of yours.

James: Yes, me too.