Mar
18
OOC
Anyone want to para?
Regulus Black, True Slytherin
I am the Black that everyone forgets, but about to change that. If you aren't pure blood don't cross me.
Mar
10
Library || Rita and Reg
Regulus Black, True Slytherin: Library || Rita and Reg
Regulus Black, True Slytherin: Library || Rita and Reg
Rita’s eyes snapped up from her work at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice. A wide smile spread across her lips, and she pushed her essay aside ever-so-slightly; eager for an excuse to ignore…
Her brow quirked as the words - no, the challenge - exited his mouth. What could Regulus be hiding that’s so horribly embarrassing? What dark secrets did that black hair mask? Maybe the school hadn’t been as quiet as she had been thinking. But how had something interesting passed her by without her knowledge? Merlin, she better not be losing her touch.
“Like I said, Reggy, anything would be between just you and I. I promise,” she said, her tone overloaded with sweetness. “And let’s be honest with ourselves, shall we? I’ll hear about it through the snare vine sooner or later, knowing this school, and you and I both know it’d just be better to hear it from the hippogriffs mouth,” she reasoned, pausing a moment before adding “I’m sure it’s not even that bad.”
“Yes, it is that bad, and I broke nearly every school rule doing it, so no. I simply do not trust you enough. Although, I do have another secret and I’d be willing to spill them both if you offer me something in return.” He was just teasing her now. He could almost see her salivating over them, it was hilarious, and as the true Slytherin that he was, he was going to prolong this torture as much as he could.
“Of course, the price would have to be right, I’m not even sure what I want in return yet, I suppose I’ll just go and let you think of something and then get back to me.” He rose to leave but knew that she’d pull him back down and start making offers, it wasn’t in her nature to let a story this big and juicy drop. He just had to wait until something he really wanted spewed from her lips. Then he’d pounce.
Mar
7
Library || Rita and Reg
Regulus Black, True Slytherin: Library || Rita and Reg
Rita’s eyes snapped up from her work at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice. A wide smile spread across her lips, and she pushed her essay aside ever-so-slightly; eager for an excuse to ignore it.
“Regulus, darling. Thank Merlin, I need something to distract me from…
Rita watched him curiously, noting the change in his demeanour to slight awkwardness. Looking around, biting his lip; he was keeping something from her. She didn’t completely blame him if she were to be honest with herself, but nonetheless this was but a minor speed bump. She was Rita Skeeter. She could flobberworm anything out of anyone.
Just as she was debating whether or not he was either secretly involved, or paying off a professor for good grades, he reclaimed her attention. “You would? I’ve been thinking about it for awhile now. It’d be a good kick-off for my career,” she replied confidently, temporarily distracted. “Though to have a newspaper you need stories, which at the moment seems to be a grim prospect,” she added monotonously, looking around. Why was everyone so damn well behaved?
Her eyes flickered back to his, a sweet smile spreading across her face. “Oh come not, Regulus. What do you take me for? You’re always up to something. You can’t sit there and tell me your life’s been dull,” she grinned, returning his wink. “You know you can trust me… Anything would be just between us,” she said, smiling sweetly. “And no, I didn’t actually go to the party. I decided to finish some work for class,” she added slightly bitterly. She had wanted to go, but she knew she wouldn’t enjoy herself when she knew that mound of undone class work was waiting for her back in her room. “What’d I miss?”
He listened half heartedly to what was being said, more interested in the Gryffindors over the way. Honestly, Regulus needed a lot of help, or revenge, and he needed it soon. Maybe not revenge though, that’d just make them fight back and he couldn’t deal with that. He’d end up killing someone. Mother would be so disappointed, unless it was Sirius he happened to kill. The world was such a cruel place.
“Mmm, an newspaper would be very interesting.” He mused, thinking it over. “And as for the party or my personal life, you are getting nothing from me. It’s highly embarrassing and I don’t want to relive it.” He explained, blushing and burying his head in his arms on the table.
He liked the darkness, it soothed him. He also was trying to escape Rita’s reaction. He knew it wouldn’t be good with the information he gave, she’d want more. Like a dog with a tug-of-war toy, he knew he wouldn’t get her to give up now. He inwardly groaned as he knew what he had let himself in for. He wasn’t up for this, not today and not in this mood.
Mar
3
Library || Rita and Reg
Rita’s eyes snapped up from her work at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice. A wide smile spread across her lips, and she pushed her essay aside ever-so-slightly; eager for an excuse to ignore it.
“Regulus, darling. Thank Merlin, I need something to distract me from this,” she said, carelessly gesturing to her work before leaning back in her chair, and crossing her arms.
“No, no, don’t worry about it. It’s not the material I’m having trouble with. It’s just so excruciatingly dry,” she said, glaring at her open potions book accusingly, before adding “Much like the current events at this school, to be quite honest. I was thinking of starting a school newspaper, but now I’m most definitely rethinking that…”
A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned her attention back to the black-haired boy beside her. “Enough about that, though. What gripping stories do you have for me? Been up to much lately?” she said, propping her head up by her elbow, and leaning in eagerly.
He smirked and ruffled his hair back off his face, he knew how much of a gossip-monger Rita was. He was hardly about to blab everything about him and Sev to her. Instead he looked around awkwardly and bit his lip. “Surely you of all people can find an ounce of gossip in this place. And I’d be interested in a school newspaper, I’ve got to have some way to get blackmail on these people.” He chuckled, secretly remembering his Dad’s reitterated motto ‘Knowledge is power’ and wishing there was a much easier way to gain that knowledge.
He decided almost instantly to deny anything she put to him. He would not be the only person running her rumour mill. That would be undignified and definitely not in keeping with the Black image. “Not much. I suppose you heard about what happened at the party though?” He sighed, wishing to forget his encounter with Potter, but knowing that the whole school wouldn’t let that happen. And that was before they all noticed the mental damage it had done him. Gryffindors made him twitchy, he always had his wand on hand when they were around, no matter how young or unskilled they were. Actually, come to think of it, there were a gang of 5th years over there. Reg reached into his pocket and drew his wand, keeping it in his right hand just in case they decided to pick a fight.
He shivered aswell, another side effect of his gryffindor-phobia. He was a Black, he did not show fear, or vulnerability, that was not how it was done. Hence why he had his wand out. It gave him the courage their house was famous for. But he used the skills that Slytherin house gave him; staying one step ahead, being sly and clever and knowing your enemy better than they know themselves.
Hence why he needed Rita to give him all the gossip she knew.
“But otherwise, me up to something…never.” He grinned, winking and then flicking his eyes back to the Gryffindors, who had not batted an eyelid at his presence.
He honestly needed some sort of counselling.
Mar
2
I’M BOOOOOOOOOOOOORED!!!!
Open to anyone.
Rita rapped her nails on the library table restlessly. She’d been there for the past couple of hours, nursing a Potions assignment. Despite valiant efforts, though, she was having a hard time staying on task. Her mind kept wandering, crying hungrily for something of substance. The past couple of days had been absolutely stale in the way of interesting events. Even Bertha was surprisingly dry for gossip, and that was saying something. For Merlin’s sake, it was Bertha. She wasn’t best friends with the witch for nothing.
An impatient sigh escaped her lips as she scanned the tables; the same sight that had met her eyes for the past hour greeting her once again. Adrian McCoinnigh pouring himself over what seemed to be a Transfiguration essay in the corner; Ralph Walker and Penny Herring half-working, half-flirting off to the left; and Amy Atkinson sitting front and centre, walls of books nearly hiding her completely.
Boring. Completely and utterly boring. Where was the excitement? The drama? The newsworthy stories? Merlin, this place needed a pick-me-up.
Regulus was walking through the library when he spotted that blonde that he knew so well. He practically skipped over to her table, knowing she’d have some juicy blackma- gossip for him. He scooted in beside her and dumped his bag next to hers. “Rita, dearest, how are you?” He peered over at the potions essay she was trying to write and noticed all the crossings out and the way her hair was messed up. He knew that happened through agonisingly running your hands through it.
“Potions, hm, well, I happen to be quite good at potions” Under Severus’s tutoring he added internally. “If you need help that is…”
He looked around at all of the people cramming in last minute revision or slogging over ink stained parchment and chuckled. He could watch people all day; they were fascinating. He judged them on their looks, their postures and mannerisms and knew it was wrong but most of the things he did were, so it didn’t bother him too much.
He knew they all knew who he was. Whether it was that boy who liked You-Know-Who or Sirius’s little brother was anyone’s guess. And there was only one of them that he deemed acceptable.
Regulus and Doe || Great Hall
Aside from this girls obvious stupidity and tendency to state the obvious, Regulus couldn’t bring himself to dislike her. She was understanding, which is more than he normally received. But he thought she was friends with Evans which automatically put him on his guard. Most of the Gryffindors knew or respected the redhead mudblood so most of them hated him by default. This was a Ravenclaw though, (Salazar knows how she got into that house) so she probably didn’t hear most of the gossip floating around the common room about him. And there was a lot of it. He was just waiting for that Skeeter girl to get her claws into it and start her gossip mill running overtime.
She was smiling though, a smile that he couldn’t quite unravel, was she mocking him? Or just trying to extend an olive branch? Regulus decided he’d be on his guard anyway, as he always was nowadays.
“I wish more people thought like that. It’d make my life a whole lot easier. And I am not hotheaded, it’s those stupid Gryffindors constantly threatening me. I have to be on my guard. I don’t need a counsellor, I’m quite happy bottling my emotions up. It’s quite obvious you weren’t raised as a proud pure blood, therefore you wouldn’t know how improper it is to be flying off the handle at every excuse. A pure blooded wizard must keep his cool at all times.” He explained, sighing at her complete ignorance of the upper classes.
It was a good thing Doe didn’t take much seriously. She knew his views about blood - it was probably why he was being harassed, as he claimed. She also knew he was in no way alone in his views. Every one of her summer holidays since fourth year had been filled with pureblood propaganda. Great-Aunt Malfoy did nothing but espouse pureblooded nonsense. She was determined that Doe would someday think as she did. It was a bit weary, listening to her insults, listening to her rants and trying to not get so mad as to hex the old woman.
But that was neither here nor there.
“I’m not sayin’ to fly off the handle at every excuse. You seem to be doing that just fine as it is. We’ve barely been talking two minutes and you’ve already insulted me in a variety of ways and practically screamed in my face. Calmly letting out your frustration and annoyance is what I’m advocating.”
Not that Doe was much better. She’d been known to throw a tantrum or two. She was rarely pushed towards such a level of anger, but there had been a few times where she’d made the contents of an entire china cabinet explode. She’d tried to run away a time or two, but with nowhere to go, had been forced to return “home” just a few hours later, apologizing for her actions and pretending to be regretful.
But that was neither here nor there.
Regulus rolled his eyes and listened whilst she went on about being calm. Regulus was not a calm person in any sense of the word. He was always stressed, always trying to keep calm, always failing. He knew he needed to relax, but with him and Severus becoming increasingly strained and him crying more and more often, in the private of course.
Regulus was never one for coping with emotions. They didn’t work well with him in general. But that was him externally. Internally he was turmoil, about joining the Death Eaters and legitimising his beliefs or just laying low until the war blew over one way or the other.
“And how, pray tell, am I supposed to do that?” He sneered, rolling his eyes again and sighing deeply.
OOC:Back!!!
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Feb
26
OOC-
I shan’t be back until March 1st because my dad reached our joint internet limit :( So I’ll see you all then!
Bye for now!
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