Regulus sat on his four-poster, distracted. In one hand he tossed a small sprig of mistletoe up and down, his fingers working with an inane dexterity ( Read more... )

The numerous books on Occlumency were stacked neatly atop Regulus' mattress, their covers dull in the feeble light of his dormitory. Quills and spent vials of ink sat stacked atop blank segments of parchment precariously placed upon the large, fluffy pillow. As the door to the room open, one of the note scrolls rolled off the edge of the bed and ( Read more... )

Hands deep within his robes, Regulus paced the length of the common room. His feet were soft but every so slightly audible as he passed by other students, a slight grimace upon his face. He barely noticed as he trampled a small forlorn red pawn from a wizard's chess set into the floor, grinding the base into fine powder with his heel ( Read more... )

The snores emanating from the beds to either side of his masked the small noises Regulus made in the darkness of the new day. Behind the curtains of his four poster, he squirmed with a minimum of noise. A dog-eared volume entitled, Control: Pure Occlumency, slid with a thump from the mattress as Black's arm swept out in a smooth arch ( Read more... )

I know, I don't use this often enough, I'm sure.

I was wondering, since we could never get that one game together, are we going to try again over break? I'm sure I'll be prepared for it.

Regulus pushed his Occlumency books to one side and threw his legs down and off of the side of the bed. He stood up, already dressed in his rumpled but servicable robes, for a change. Carefully he rolled up his note patchment and tucked it under his crushed pillow with his right had, even as his left gathered his writing supplies and slipped them ( Read more... )

Regulus dipped his quill furiously into a large opaque vial and after a moment withdrew it. Before him sat a square piece of parchment, flattened out on the smooth table surface and naturally pure. He set the nib of the quill to the sheet and bent over it, his face contorted in concentration. Smooth lines, sharp marks, flowing curves erupted from ( Read more... )

Regulus leaned back in his seat, the front legs of the chair a short distance away from the surface of the floor. His eyes were fixed upon the thoughts flowing through his shielded head. How interesting it was, given the right amount of concentration, one could mute out dreams, fantasies, even ideas to his or herself. Perhaps that was why ( Read more... )

Slightly disconcerted by his recent mental encounter, Regulus threw himself onto his bed and into his studies with a new determination. He burnt through the rather thin but ironically thought-provoking Occlu-Mastery Manual for Success in record time, and then started on his next, much thicker book ( Read more... )