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Who: Regulus and Mallorie (Maybe Phillipa a bit later?)
What: Regulus has a thank-you note to deliver, he talks to Mal first
When: Evening
Where: Mal's place
Rating/Warnings: Maybe swearing, maybe some self realization on Reg's part, who knows what that might do to him. Most likely low.
Status: In progress/Closed.


Regulus probably wasn't in the mood for this, but the sooner he done with it the sooner this leg of Sirius' game could be over. He was still standing by that assumption, Sirius didn't contact him unless it was some design to slight him and now that some child had gotten involved Regulus wasn't about to start thinking his brother now, miraculously thought only the best for him.

After waiting what Regulus hoped would be sufficient time for Sirius to clear the flat he slipped over to retrieve the drawing. It was a picture of a house, very colorful, nothing like the one he was raised in, and everything like a child should have. He didn't study it long, he'd given up dreaming for something different in his life years ago. He folded and then pocketed it quickly and then backed out of the flat. The place had already started well on its path to the same state he'd found it in the previous Friday, and he entertained the idea of casting a few charms to clean and straighten, that would irritate Sirius, but Regulus quickly dismissed the notion, at the moment he really didn't want Sirius contacting him again.

He stopped in the hall outside 602A and pen the note:

Dear Miss Phillipa Cobb,

Thank you for the lovely drawing.
You have a clever eye for color.

Yours,
R.A.B

He then stuffed the card in the envelope, but didn't seal it.

Once again he thought this might not be the best time. He had barely slept in days, not all Sirius' fault, and looked it. His insides were shaking and were screaming for the attention that that potion Severus was working on for him promised to give. But he didn't have that yet, his one option was to shove aside the need and try to ignore it. The only thing Regulus had going for him where his clean white collared shirt and black trousers, he was still holding onto proper hygiene and all that. The problem was, none of this would improve as the days move on, he might as well get this over now.

This shouldn't take long, he thought, and rapped sharply on the door.