RP: Regulus & Dale
Who: Dale Smith, Regulus Black When: 18th January, 2025 Where: Corridor in the dungeons, Hogwarts Warnings: Summary: Dale meets one of the teachers.
Dale had gone to the funeral briefly out of respect to Dylan but hadn't stuck around, knowing that too long an absence so little into his work would surely be noted. He desperately didn't want any black marks against his name and so he'd launched himself into cataloguing the problems that needed to be fixed in the school on the Sunday after the staff meeting. There were a fair smattering of problems and so he'd decided to tackle them from the dungeons up, knowing that with any pipe-work, the problems would go downwards and the last thing they needed was the pipes bursting down there.
He was just laid on the floor fixing one of the joins in the pipes magically when he sensed somebody turning the corner and looked to his left. It was Regulus Black and Dale tried to familiarise himself with the scent; it would make learning who was where much easier and help him avoid danger too.
"Hey," he said happily, getting to his feet. Wow, the man really was good-looking close up and Dale found himself staring for a second. "How are you? I just wanted to say- Do you realise your idea yesterday was the singularly best one I've ever heard? Well, in conjunction with Hogwarts anyway," He'd heard plenty of better ones relating to sex. Sex beat the school any day."I wish we'd had something like that at school, it would have been so awesome."