Regulus sat, chewing on a particularly crispy segment of broiled chicken thigh. His eyes flitted from end to end of the Slytherin table, cold and calculating. Earlier in the meal, Regulus had felt something, a pressure at his developed mind. It had been so surprising, Black had barely sustained the slight conversation he had been engaged in, ( Read more... )

One could say that Hogwarts ran on a number of basic elements, both material and personal. Parchment and ink, magic and imagination, youth and experience ( Read more... )

Regulus leaned forward over the pages before him, his entire body tired and his head almost too heavy to hold up. Of course, he knew the cause of his current condition. Quite simply, no normal wizard was meant to sit in a chair for long segments of time and listen to monotone lectures that lead nowhere. History of Magic seemed to be a collection of ( Read more... )

Regulus reached the pre-determined meeting place undiscovered. Floating silently behind him, the still yet living body of Pettigrew was perfectly horizontal and centered in the corridor. Black coughed slightly before letting out an audible and slightly quavering whisper.

"Severus, Noreen? I have him!"

Regulus heartily agreed with Lupin on the subject of studying. An activity best enjoyed in seclusion, without the pressure of other minds, pressing down upon and prying into one's own. Of course, Regulus' studies would eventually require such a presence, but for the moment...

He lay upon his back, holding Origin Occlumency: Observable Mastery a ( Read more... )

Regulus leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of the Ancient Runes classroom. Such a dull ceiling, so lacking in interesting details and structual quirks. He sighed heavily, thoroughly uninterested in the current lecture on Egyptian Runic attributes ( Read more... )

Regulus needed to move on with his personal study of Occlumency. A strong learner, he understood that knowledge was easier gained in a continual process than in separated steps. He needed Lupin's help to get the resources, and he needed it as soon as possible ( Read more... )

Regulus sat quietly upon the rumpled sheets of his bed, his eyes slightly lidded and unfocused. His skin prickled with each slight current of wind, fine hairs brushing across the smooth surface. The slight glow of the bluebell flame barely lit the boy's motionless form, hunched in the center of the mattress ( Read more... )

Regulus stirred slightly between the white sheets of the hospital bed. His eyes opened to the pale unnatural light illuminating the room. Carefully, he raised himself back on to the pillow and let his eyes slip closed for a moment ( Read more... )

Regulus was prepared to do what he must. Before he came to the meal he had secreted the small vial of potion from Snape in a deep pocket, wrapped in a small scrap of cloth ( Read more... )