A Marked Man

[pur_et_seul]

~ They don't make it to Grimmauld place until six that morning. Regulus and Barty sneak quietly inside, past Orion's study, and into a spare room where Regulus sits, shaken and pale, on the very edge of the bed. He wraps his right arm around his torso while his left arm is held straight and away from his body, his wrist resting on his knee. The

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[jrisamadhatter]

Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Dandy. Superub.

How're you, though?

[pur_et_seul]

Are you sure your knees are alright?

[jrisamadhatter]

*lies, as his knees, while in one piece again, are incredibly sore and rather itchy too* THEY'RE PERFECT.

[pur_et_seul]

Let me see. Sit.