Worry About You

[pur_et_seul]

~ Regulus' quill blotches his essay for the fifth time and he gives up being patient and shoves it frustratedly off the table. It drifts lazily down to the floor and settles by the back of the couch and Regulus makes a small unhappy noise - paper, he sees, is not the best tool to express frustration

Comments

[snakesintheeyes]

*dodges him around a corner* Easy, Black. Not a speed contest.

[pur_et_seul]

Evan. Barty - he's really in trouble.

[snakesintheeyes]

What are you talking about? Saw him just the other day.

[pur_et_seul]

But not since then! And - look. *holds out the wand*

[ohsogiddy]

You okay, Reg?

[pur_et_seul]

Gideon - good.

[ohsogiddy]

Good as in you're alright?

[pur_et_seul]

No. No good as in I'm glad I found you. I think Barty's in trouble.

[allnoin_inereye]

*singing to self* Oooh, what's gonna happen? Oooh, no one knows. He's in trouble. So much trouble. Trouble come and get ya. Trouble's gonna get ya.

[dreamingxofxme]

Black don't run so fast you're making me tired just watching you. *sees his face and the smile that was playing on her face is instantly gone* Whats wrong?

[purely_luscious]

*steps out of the shadows*

That doesn't belong to you.

[pur_et_seul]

I know, it belongs to Barty.

[purely_luscious]

Give me the wand, Regulus.

[pur_et_seul]

I'm going to go show it to Dumbledore. This will prove that something's happened to him.