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Like hell was he going to pay the extortionate prices of the stadium’s drinks stands. Brenton had no qualms about sneaking a bottle of scotch into the game. Not a huge one, as getting drunk too early in the day was a bad idea and best left for celebrations after the game, but a bottle nonetheless. Once past security, he didn’t even bother to hide it that much. Half the crowd had brought in things they shouldn’t have and there was no way of policing it. He took a swig as he weaved through the crowds, and glared at someone who looked his way. “What are you looking at?”

Did he recognise him? Possibly from somewhere, and while Brenton knew for most people of a similar age to him, Hogwarts would be the place to look, for him it was a case of one term when he was thirteen-fourteen. He wasn’t fussed about trying to decide if he knew the man, though. In all honesty, Brenton didn’t care, but he had pressure on a lot of sides to be a more functional member of society and it might be good to start laying some groundwork for alibis and appearances of innocence so he made out as if he was doing a double take and looking back at the man, before asking, “Wait, do I know you?”

Name someone you’ve hurt. Do you regret what you’ve done?

Have you ever ruined something good? Like a friendship, a good day, a possession, something sacred?

Talk about a traumatizing memory.

Snape’s eyes narrowed, and it was clear that the cogs in his head were turning. There was no way he would be revealing the true depth of everything from this small conversation. In a rather diplomatic tone, he spoke, “I very rarely regret anything I’ve done. You might be surprised to hear, but I usually do things with intention, unlike...many. Who hasn’t said something hurtful, now and again? I shall admit, I’ve lost a great deal of important people to in-depth arguments, clashing values, and...shall we say, immature outbursts? I shan’t disclose the guilty party, however I can say the name of one person I was...disappointed to have lost... Lily.”

“I thought it would be obvious,” he spoke lowly, eyes not even attempting to hide the annoyance in his expression. “You see, the way he always followed Potter’s lead, I imagined that after years of playing henchman, he might finally attempt to go out on his own and establish himself as a ruffian of sorts... Interestingly enough, it doesn’t appear he’s broken off in that way, either. I suppose some people are destined only to follow others...”

"He listens,” Bellatrix said, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Which doesn’t seem like much, but in my line of work, having someone who listens is invaluable. Fires like to... just spring to life whenever I’m around. He didn’t question, and that always impresses me.”

"I suppose I would like to think of him as a friend,” Adonis answered, honestly a small shrug following. “I’ve never quite been the type to have a lot of friends, but Moody seems... well he understands. He understands the need to be vigilant; the feeling that comes from not doing a job correctly. I appreciate having someone else in my life who can see where I’m coming from. Almost from any angle. That’s rare.”

For whatever reason, Sirius Black always heard her big news first. 

The first news during a summer pool party, hosted by James, who had created a pool in the small yard of their rental. James had been trying to cheer her up, and it had worked, after all. Sirius been drunk, but he’d been laughing; that glorious, contagious smile flooding his face and making him look happier than he probably was. He’d dunked her in the pool, carrying her across the house over his back and cannonballing in despite they fact that the pool was not very large, nor was it very deep. Still, they’d come up safe, and while she was sputtering she was already planning on how she could get him back. That night, when she was hiding a water gun in her pocket, she told him about Petunia. That she was no longer talking to her. He was so serious about the whole situation, that she’d almost. forgotten that the water gun was in her pocket.

Almost. 

The second time, was a month later, when she had seen the pregnancy test. She went to James first, of course, surprising him at work with a look of joy mixed on her face. But, when she’d left him ( after much convincing to make him stay ), she’d gone to Sirius. His mouth had opened in a small “o” before ushering her inside. That was the first time she’d been in his space instead of the other way around. He was always at their house, practically a third roommate, and she found herself taking in the way his flat looked; where his dishes sat and the way his couch looked half un-used. Still, when she met his eyes he wrapped her in a hug, somehow knowing that she needed one. That, despite the joy she felt in her heart, she felt fear swirling in her stomach. He knew that feeling, ti seemed, because when she squeezed him, he held on tight and let her cry into his shirt ( which was, usually, forbidden because she might stain one of his best button-downs ). 

Afterwards, when they were sitting drinking decaf coffee, he’d looked at her slyly and asked if she was going to spray him with a water-gun again, and she laughed so hard that her drink somehow came out of her nose. It had hurt, but it also felt wonderful to still laugh; to be reminded that the world was not ending. In fact, it was beginning. 

“It’s hard to pick just one. Not because the were all uniquely awful, but because they all just blend together. Being ignored. Being hidden. Seeing the shame in my parents’ eyes. Being snapped at for normal behaviors. Having doors shut in my face after being told this had nothing to do with me again and again. All the bad stuff blurs together after I turned eleven. Before then, things were actually good. And I guess... I wouldn’t change any of it. I’d want to, but not if it meant I was still apart of that family.”