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~ Regulus walks stiffly into the common room, eyes red rimmed and his stomach heavy like lead. He is about to go to his room when he sees Barty at a nearby table and he waves desperately for him to come over, biting his lips as hard as he can to stop himself from crying where people can see him. ~
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~ Regulus taps Cassandra on the shoulder and takes her hand, leading her into a quiet corner of the common room. ~ -
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~ Regulus, prone to intense guilt, has his owl deliver a note to Sirius then takes a walk outside the castle. June is approaching and the weather is wonderful but he feels lonely, knowing that most of his friends will be gone next year while he's stuck taking his NEWTs. He curses his age and scuffs his shoes. ~
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These foolish things remind me of you
~ Regulus sits crosslegged on a rock by the lake's shore, Sirius' schoolbag in his lap. ~ -
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~ Regulus is sitting in the courtyard fresh from a shower, hair drying in the spring sunlight and folding old homework sheets into lopsided cranes. ~ -
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~ Regulus is laying on his back at the foot of Stewart's bed. He's scooted to the edge so his head hangs down and he sees the room upside down. Abbi is sitting on his stomach and he periodically pets her. He at first focuses on the room and tries to imagine walking on the ceiling but it is hard to envision and the thought that his imagination was ( Read more... ) -
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~ It is morning and Regulus is trapped. Not actually but he has managed, during the course of the night, to get his foot stuck amid a tangle of blankets at the foot of the bed. With eyes still closed in an attempt to stay asleep, he kicks at the blanket wrapped around his leg. The more he kicks the more stuck he manages to become until he ( Read more... ) -
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~ Regulus, the silly boy, has fallen asleep in a study hall, his head on his homework and his quill clutched to his chest like a teddy bear or a pillow. Only, small and feathery... And currently making an ink stain on his shirt. ~
