#squabble

The ineffables are having a squabble. Look at that perfect RBF on our favorite angel!

@jegulus-microfic January 24, Word count 394

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Regulus watched as Pandora expertly handled the unruly pair, both hanging their heads low as she scalded them, then turning to each other and apologising. She left them sitting back in their seats and finishing their lunch. Perhaps, he thought, they’d survive without him. 

Later that day, he gathered his friends together, including Dorcas, though she wouldn’t be affected by his decision as she would be leaving this year anyway. 

“I’ve been told that I can take my N.E.W.T.s this year if I want to,” he said and watched three jaws drop open. Pandora’s, not that Regulus was surprised, did not. Instead, she got up from the chair she’d been perched on and patted him on the head. 

“Sirius is going to be annoyed that you get better marks than him,” she said, smiling sweetly at him and then skipped off to curl up in Lily’s lap. 

“Erm, well…” Regulus blinked stupidly a few times before he got control of himself. “It seems I may be taking my exams this year,” he said in disbelief. 

“That’s amazing. We’re very proud of you,” Evan grinned, offering his hand for Regulus to shake. 

“Wait,” Barty said slowly. “Does this mean you won’t be coming back next year?” Regulus readied himself for Barty’s argument for him to stay, but what he actually said took him off guard. 

“You’d better not marry Potter during term time. I will never forgive you if I don’t get to walk you down the aisle.” For the second time in as many minutes, Regulus blinked stupidly at his friend. 

“Why the fuck would you think you’re the one walking him down the aisle?” Evan cut in. “Clearly, either his brother or Monty will be doing it.”

“Fine! Bagsey, best man then,” Barty said with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“I’ve already asked Lupin,” Regulus said, smirking wickedly. He hadn’t asked him. In truth, he hadn’t even thought about it, but he’d never pass up the opportunity to drive Barty insane. 

“Actually, he’s going to ask me once you annoy him too much,” Pandora called across the common room. 

“Well, that’s settled then,” Regulus nodded his head and got up, leaving Barty to squabble with Evan and Dorcas. He felt a bit lighter now. He needed to go find McGonagall, but first, he’d better tell James his plans. 

There is no reason for this shift that I can detect, unless maybe I guess it follows as Archie plays another cruel joke in the guise of pretending to forget an obvious.

squabble

proclamations during rem sleep— what do we do? answer: nothing. deadbolted in the woods, spiderwebbed shoulder and your number one in tow. there is no room for me in the cabin. skin graze left as a phantom's walk through, a piece of lint that glides over a hardwood floor. cut short in the waking, banter dies in the living realm. banished to some dimension light years away from your doppelganger's thin lipped altruism.

-kab

“So… we inherit those cool powers that Joyce has and then we carry on his name!” Joachim says smiling “what else!”

“You become a compulsive liar and a compulsive manipulater. You make a deal with a man who looks a lot like Ottto to protect the son you adopt only to realize you’ll be stuck with said Otto looking person for the rest of your life because neither of you can die.” Welt says smiling at his younger self “oh and don’t forget the constant overwhelming fear that everyone you trust is going to betray you! Oh and the voices that don’t let you sleep.”

“I don’t want to become a Herrscher anymore.” Joachim says