Who: Sirius & Regulus Black
When: Tues Evening, after the
episode with the Dark MarkWhere: A Muggle resturant in London
What: The Black brothers take time to catch up.
Rating: PG-13, probably some strong language.
Open/Closed: Closed
Regulus sat in the back corner table he'd asked for, fingertips tapping impatiently on the rim of the water glass sitting in front of him. He should have asked Sirius if he'd be bringing the boy with him or not, but the place seemed child-friendly enough, with a wide circular booth wrapped around the plastic red and white checkered covered table cloth that every single Italian restaurant seemed to have in the entire world. He had a good view of the front door, and the kitchen door as well. Not that he expected another Death Eater to come walking in the door AND happen to recognize him, in the middle of a thoroughly Muggle saturated part of London, but it never hurt to have options available. Old habits were hard- and probably stupid in this case- to break.
His arm still ached, even with the warding runes he'd inked into his arm long ago. The burn had left him weak and gasping and wishing, faintly, that he'd never returned. Once it was over though, he'd desperately needed... contact. Human, real contact, to remind him what he was, that he was alive, that he wasn't what he had been. Bastien had been caught up in dealing with his mother and that left Sirius.
When he caught sight of Sirius' dark head ducking in through the doorway, he sat up, looking to catch his brother's eye.