Called Back

[regulus_a_b]

The slim figure of Regulus stepped into the Slytherin Common Room with caution, his left foot leading at a gauged pace. His expression was neutral as he made his way around the obstacles of the space, both those of an animate nature and those without life, without incident. The young Black's passage was unremarkable as his lower limbs allowed him

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[noreen_dev]

As Noreen laid in her bed, flipping through her journal to see various entries about the start of classes, she heard the door to her dormitory open then close. Upon looking up, she spotted the familiar face of a younger Slytherin. Tossing her journal to the side of the bed and hopping off, Noreen took the few steps towards Regulus at a fast pace and threw her arms around him.

[regulus_a_b]

Black wrapped his arms around her after a brief pause, his palms resting lightly upon the currently relaxed muscles of her upper back and shoulders.

"How are you, Prefect?"

Regulus' left eyebrow was raised in a mode which could best be described as mildly sardonic.

[noreen_dev]

Pressing her lips to his cheek, Noreen pulled out of the embrace. "Eh. A bit bored with the title already." A small shrug of her shoulders she slipped her hand into Regulus' and pulled him over the bed to sit down. "How does it feel to be a Fourth Year?"

[regulus_a_b]

The younger Slytherin rested his hands on his knees as he sat, back precisely perpendicular to the rather touseled surface of the bed.

"It doesn't feel much different, to be honest. Change doesn't come with arbitrary differences in time, merely with gradual growth."