dedgulung "vexed italicizing trouble magnet" black (regulus) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-03-08 12:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-03] march, jarvis stebbins, regulus black |
RP Thread: Regulus & Jarvis
who → Regulus Black & Jarvis Stebbins.
what → They had planned on meeting up to celebrate Regulus's good mood, but that good mood has QUITE vanished since then. You know, with the foiled plans…and the splinching…and the painkiller drawings…and the spiked cookies...
when → 8 March 1979; Six o'clock PM.
where → Jarvis's flat.
warnings → TBD. I should imagine nothing bad.
status → Unfinished thread.
Regulus could not recall a more horrifying week – other than the window of time surrounded Sirius’s abandonment, but he kept that so far from his mind that it was irrelevant – and he was not sure which was worse: his failure of his and Evan’s mission, the splinching, and then subsequent actions under the influence of painkiller potions, or last night’s cookie debacle that did not seem to have a clear answer as to why in Merlin’s name he was acting like that when the cookies had been sent to him by his Aunt Druella. Interception and tampering seemed the only option, but it did not seem a very solid argument or defense, and he wished to disappear. He was not sure how much more humiliation he could possibly handle, and the idea of looking his fellow Purebloods in the face after whatever it was that happened – it was not a tempting idea.
He found his visit to Jarvis Stebbins to be a form of relief, though he felt none of the cheerfulness he had felt when originally planning their ‘celebration.’ In fact, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to feel cheerful again. It was horrifying to see he had spoken to many people the night before – Jarvis included – but in general, he opted to pretend to the general public that it never happened, just as he always did.
Still feeling somewhat hostile toward the idea of Apparating, Regulus had sent word to Jarvis that he would indeed be Flooing. He was less fond of Flooing than he was Apparating, normally, but this was indeed the lesser of two evils for the moment. Taking a handful of the green powder, he tossed it into the kitchen fireplace of 12 Grimmauld Place and clearly announced his destination. The sensation of traveling through the fire was not a particularly pleasant one, but the end came soon enough, and at least he had not needed to deign to take the Knight Bus. Stepping out into the room, he brushed the dust quite primly from his robes.