dedgulung "vexed italicizing trouble magnet" black (regulus) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-07-22 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-07] july, regulus black |
RP Narrative: Regulus
who → Regulus Black.
what → Birthday emo. Regulus receives a gift Sirius, and he must decide what he is going to do with it. just a short little bit addressing what exactly he would do with an "illegal" present in the sense that he and Sirius are Not Talking.
when → Tuesday, 22 July 1979; 10:30pm.
where → 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England; Regulus's room.
warnings → None.
status → Complete.
Holed away in his room, Regulus preferred to spend the day separated from human contact. The twenty-second of July -- his birthday, and perhaps the most horrendous birthday yet. His mind vacillated between hating the departed souls of the Prewetts for wrongfully taking his father from him, and ignoring the situation entirely, as best he could manage. Hating opened the door for other emotions, but apathy was difficult to carry out consistently after the death of his father. Presents had been owled to him throughout the day, ranging from quills to classical sheet music and chocolate cake and amulets. The majority were from friends, save the parcels from his cousins Narcissa and Bellatrix -- and the small gift that was sent by the not-so-mysterious S. It had come in the afternoon -- around two o'clock -- and it was a nearly instant realisation when he noticed the dark red and gold card that arrived with the gift. Gryffindor colours. The message within confirmed his suspicions (particularly the use of "Reggie" when addressing him), and as a result, he was floored with the decision of how to handle it. Thinking about the fact that, in roughly a week, it will have been two years since Sirius abandoned him for a life among blood traitors and filth that would murder his father for playing cards -- it was enough to make him ill and angry and rather unforgiving. One the other hand, to throw away the rare connection to his brother that would not be detecting by his parents -- or rather, his mother, now -- caused a mental conflict. He was never as good at ignoring Sirius as he might like, when Sirius made himself visible, and with the subtle and consistent surfacing in his mind, he could not bring himself to send it back. Rather, he returned the cufflinks to their small case (though they were certainly well chosen and would be a pity to waste) and filed them, along with the card, safely and carefully in a locked desk until he could deal more properly with the ramifications. After all, now was not the time to dwell on drama with the blood traitor: his father's funeral was the next day, and thinking about speaking in front of all of those people was not in the least bit appealing. He did not do much speaking in general, much less in front of groups, but he knew that mucking up the funeral service was not an option. He had made notes, gone over it repeatedly in his head, and he would just have to find some way to manage. Furthermore, beyond even such superficial discomfort, it was his father, and to put his father to words, even after years of identifying with similar approaches to life, was difficult when he had to acknowledge that his father wasn't alive anymore. Thoughts no longer on the (would be) forbidden gift (or at least as empty as possible), Regulus allowed his eyes to close, drifting off as the thick silence pressed in around him. |