RP: Peter, Regulus Who: Peter, Regulus Where: Hogwarts When: 12 January, 2025 Rating/Warnings: TBD Summary: Peter has lost his way in the castle and crosses paths with Regulus.
Peter was starting to get very frustrated. It was almost as if Hogwarts was angry with him. Which, with what he knew about the castle and what he'd guessed, it might very well be. Stupid castle, he thought as he walked up yet another staircase only to be confronted with a stone wall.
It hadn't done this during class hours; he'd been able to get from his quarters to his rooms and back again, and had found his office with no trouble. It was when he tried to go anywhere else that the castle fucked with him. Sent him all the way to the Astronomy tower at dinner time, and by the time he'd found his way back to his rooms, the dinner the House Elves had left had been almost cold.
Tonight he was having the same problem. He just wanted to get back to his rooms and go over the insipid curriculum once more. Whoever the previous Arithmancy professor had been had taken the subject no more seriously than Divination. The text they'd chosen for the seventh years wasn't something he would have fed the third years. That was definitely going to change. Immediately. The students were used to easing through the class, but Peter wasn't here to make friends, and wasn't going to coddle them. They had Herbology for that.
Finally, after the eighth staircase to nowhere, Peter was sweating profusely and swearing at the castle under his breath as he made his way down a corridor. "Fucking stupid piece of shit," he muttered, not watching where he was going, and ran right into someone. He looked up and swore again when he recognized Regulus Black. This was so not his night.