Regulus Black (spareheir) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2012-02-04 01:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1998 - february, !de, lucius malfoy, regulus black |
Who: Lucius Malfoy & Regulus Black
When: very late Friday evening
Where: Diagon Alley, near Gringotts
What: The jig is up!
Rating: PG-13 possibly for language
Open/Closed: [Closed]
He had been being careful. Or so he told himself. Really, between Sirius fussing and Bastion worrying, he didn't have much in the way of wiggle room to NOT be careful, tempting as though it was. It chafed, however, being dependent on his older brother or his... well, whatever it was that Bastion and he were, for everything. Maddening, actually, when he'd been on his own and surviving just fine for years, thank you very much. More maddening still to read and see all the chaos being created by his former cohorts and their younger generation. The Dark Lord had clearly only gotten more insane as time had gone by. Not less.
Sitting and doing nothing about it was the worst part of it all. He'd given his warnings to Potter and his friends and been, he was fairly sure, ignored. Now he had nothing to do, because he was supposed to stay hidden. It was driving him mad, he was sure of it.
So sneaking out, late at night, to make a withdrawal from his personal vault at Gringotts wasn't the most daring of rebellions, but it was a small one, and at least a little bit satisfactory. He should, perhaps, have been more worried about the goblins knowing he was alive, but they were notoriously closed mouthed about clients, and the Black family had been clients forever. Still, he conducted his business quickly and hastily and once he was outside the bank, set about pulling the hood of his cape back up over his head, while he debated making a quick jaunt down into Knockturn, or just heading back to the cottage.