#regulus:01

Flopped down in a chair, Dahey had grown tired of taking over the common room as his own personal fashion show. Nothing was right today. Which he knew was an impossibility. Statistically speaking, there was no way all his clothes looked awful on him. Clothes he’d worn before. Outfits he’d put together often were suddenly the worst. It wasn’t fun and there was no reason to look this glamorous for supper but there was rarely reason for Dahey to wear anything he did. (other than his own happiness)

Defeated, annoyed, hungry, he sat there in what would have been called his Sunday best pre-Hogwarts. Dress slacks, button down, and his house sweater. This was no longer the “Sunday best” and instead “so desperate I’ll try dressing up my uniform”. It didn’t work. He’d been defeated by his own wardrobe and now it was everyone’s problem. Sulking in his chair, stretched out as far as he could to take up more room than his small body should be able to, and sighing heavily a few times, Dahey really played up it. For no one in particular and everyone all at once. 

Dahey wasn’t a huge fan of spending time in the common areas of the Slytherin dorms but life had been...odd lately and he was keeping just a little closer to home. Primarily to avoid others. The only perk to found in making connections almost entirely outside of his house meant he could safely hide out. 

Things had calmed though, nothing had been addressed but Dahey was breathing a little easier at least. Which allowed him to enjoy this mellow morning. Later he’d go to the library, there was a book he forgot to grab, and the weather was supposed to cooperate a little so he’d end the day at the astronomy tower, but for now? He was milling around in his ridiculously comfortable (green and monogramed) pajamas with the top unbuttoned despite the fact that it was well past the acceptable hour to be in them. 

His first trip had been to get food for his cat, she'd served as the alarm clock this morning and currently the bane of his existence. Not but ten minutes later he was out getting a cup of tea for himself, which he carried back through because he’d forgotten the sugar. A couple more trips to send things out to be cleaned and Dahey was starting to feel like there was a smarter way to do all this. It was the seventh trip through the rooms, returning books he’d been reading and getting another cup of tea, that he rounded the corner and nearly collided with Regulus. 

Honestly, Dahey was in no mood to see anyone from the Black family. He’d absolutely been holding Regulus accountable for the “sins” of his brother. Not that Regulus was aware, ideally of any part. He was just the scapegoat nearest. Part of the day’s improvements though needed to be letting that go. As Dahey looked at the other he could feel how ridiculous it was. 

“You’re perfect,” he said, picking up a conversation Regulus hadn’t been a part of. “I need a hand in my room, come with me.”