backdated to Regulus' memory loss

[loveasthouwilt]

As dusk fell I drew close to the treehouse and was surprised to see someone coming toward me on the path; he looked enough like Regulus that I could only take him for his brother, Sirius. He brushed past me looking worried, and I hurried on with a frown drawing up my eyebrows

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[somedevilry]

Rabastan swings down from the third rung of the ladder, muttering to himself. Regulus has passed out, finally, thank Merlin and everything else. What he wouldn't give right now for some strong gillyweed.

In his preoccupation, he only narrowly avoids landing on Phedre, standing at the bottom of the ladder. But he does catch himself, and instead lands neatly next to her, glowering at the growing twilight.

He's at a loss; what does one say?

"Hullo," he settles on, speaking in dull tones.

[loveasthouwilt]

It would have been difficult not to notice the tension in his face, even if the absence of his usual jovial manner were not conspicuous. I stepped back to get a clearer view of his face.

"What is it, Rabastan?" I asked, my voice concerned.

[somedevilry]

Rab glances sidelong at her, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away just as quickly, and down at the ground--the easy answer isn't in Phedre's face, nor in the trees or on the bare ground. Fuck.

So it comes out as a rush of words.

"Regulus has lost his memory." He holds up a hand to halt her questions for half a fucking moment. "He's fucking amnesiac; something happened and he doesn't remember anything," his voice drops to a mumble, "not even me."

[loveasthouwilt]

I was stunned. "What.... what?" I asked, momentarily at a loss for coherence. "How did this happen?" The only tales I'd heard tell of a memory loss like that were those who'd been shipwrecked, or beaten, or taken with fever. "Is he... is he alright?" My mind was already racing; if he didn't remember Rabastan, he most certainly would not remember me.