The night wrapped around Regulus, streaming through his hair and cutting away at his flesh with dark tendrils as he crept down from the owlery, his light feet making the occasional careless noise in his haste. As he passed through a lit sector of corridor the crushed sheets of paper in his left hand briefly became visible, covered in cramped black ( Read more... )

Some individuals thrive upon controversy and new experiences in equal parts, swimming in a volatile cocktail of life. Others flinch away from both and withdraw into themselves, disappearing from the public view in order to maintain their worlds. Still others attempt to balance the two extremes and benefit from all experience though enforced ( Read more... )

Since the incident of two days past, Regulus' presence had been barely noted for more than a moment in any particular location. His movements were flighty and quick, almost as if he feared confrontation for some as-yet indeterminate crime. However, for now he had come to rest against a corridor wall on the second floor of the castle. The edges of ( Read more... )

The atmosphere of the library was slightly warmer than usual, in contrast to the gusting wind outside Hogwarts. Small clusters of students wandered between the tall bookshelves, armfuls of books and writing materials present but unused. The room was even a little cheery, if slightly dimmer and more humid than the norm ( Read more... )

Regulus sat outside on the steps leading up to the castle, the wind whipping at his robes with an almost wave-like regularity. In his hands rested a small text upon the mystic powers of the transition from February to March, and the possibilities explored for magnified spell effects during a particular two-hour period. It was well written, and thus ( Read more... )

It's turning into a rather long night.

So, does anybody have anything in particular to talk about?

During the first hours of the day, everything had appeared perfectly normal. The cold winds of Winter forced their rushed ways through the corridors while an unexpected sun shone down upon grounds liberally strewn with snow and small patches of plant matter. Regulus' dormitory was filled with the dull noises and pungent odors of sleeping boys, and ( Read more... )

Regulus stood in the Common Room, tapping his foot in an almost nervous manner. There was no sight of Yaxley or Severus, but he could never be sure about their whereabouts ( Read more... )

Regulus sat half over the laquered wood of the library table, his shoulders slightly loose. The muscles across his back were a strange pattern of tension and flexibility. The hunch was unintentional, and the feelings it caused in his back were both unwelcome and unfelt ( Read more... )

After his hours in the Common Room, Regulus was rather glad to be in the logical establishment of the library. He had mentioned Lupin's name when stopped by Pince, and she had grudgingly let him past into her domain of parchment and leather ( Read more... )