#reg;drabble

Date and I'll write a drabble about our characters going on a date.

(AU in which Regulus is a still a Slytherin but has drifted away from his family's beliefs)

Regulus Black did not think he was the romantic type.

But that didn't stop him from trying. When he'd finally asked Amelia Bones out on a date, he hadn't put much thought into what that date was actually going to entail. Now, though, the morning of the big day, he was scrabbling to come up with something that would make the meeting more...date-ish.

His first attempt involved flowers. He'd conjured up a bouquet of roses, big red ones with bright green stalks and leaves, which left him quite impressed with himself. Then one of his Slytherin dorm mates had walked in and scoffed at them, shattering any pride Regulus had in the blooms. He binned them. Amelia didn't seem like the flowers kind of kind anyway, and he probably wasn't the flowers kind of guy either, for that matter.

Then he thought that maybe he should dress up, to make it appear as if he'd at least put some effort. However, all the dressy clothes he had in his trunk only reminded him of home. They practically oozed the name Black, and today, at least, he didn't particularly want to be a Black. A Black wouldn't have agreed to go out with a blood traitor, which was exactly what he was doing. Maybe it was better not to be a Black.

All of these deliberations took a couple of hours, and suddenly Regulus realised that there were only five minutes before the time he'd agreed to meet with Amelia. He sighed, giving up, and resigned himself to the fact that he had absolutely no idea what she'd want from him. They met in the Entrance Hall, along with all the other students heading for Hogsmeade.

"Er...Hi." he greeted her with awkwardly, his hands feeling incredibly empty and his casual pants and sweater looking boring next to the beautiful outfit she was wearing.

Kiss and my character will kiss yours.

When Regulus was given the Dark Mark, he was thrilled. Always the youngest, always the little one, he'd always wanted to be given such trust. Walburga and Orion Black had encouraged him rigorously to cement his place within the Dark Lord's ranks - for the sake of the family when he finally came into power - and there were times when he'd been racked with despair that somehow he wasn't clever enough or ruthless enough to gain such a position. He'd studied the way Death Eaters acted and read all the newspaper clippings about them, preparing himself for the day when he'd also have the skull and snakes tattooed on the inside of his arm and a mask covering his face.

And then there he was, his head bowed as the Dark Lord grabbed onto his wrist and pressed his wand against the skin, the black substance curling into his flesh and forming the familar image. It burned him to the core, but he relished the pain.

After it was done he approached Bellatrix. It was her that had been instrumental in guiding him into this opportunity, mentoring him and providing an example for him to follow as they moulded this world into a better place for those with the purest magic. She was so much more than a cousin to him - was it strange to say that she was like a replacement brother? Bellatrix had never been what you'd call a typical woman, so he thought maybe it was okay to think that, although he'd never say that to her face. In all his years on this earth he'd never managed to predict how she'd react to things said to her.

Hello

Regulus has never felt shy before. At home he's always told that to be a Black is to be just as good as, if not infinitely better, than everybody else around him. So it annoys the first year slightly that he's so nervous about meeting his pretty third year housemate. He thinks that maybe it's just that he's never met a girl near to his age before, apart from his three cousins.

But no matter how shaky he is inside he knows he has to appear confident, or he'll never be able to fit in with the other Slytherins who seem so sure of themselves, especially Bellatrix.