Who: Regulus
What: staging part one in a series of pranks
When: last night around four am
Where: His and Sirius' flat
Rating/Warnings: low
Status: narrative, complete

Five inches, precisely.

Regulus had moved all the furniture in the main room five inches to the right. Not a grave divergence from before, but five inches was the difference between a clear path and a knocked shin against the coffee table on the way to the bathroom in the morning. It was sitting on the uncomfortable crack between the sofa cushions; it was trying to set a mug down on the end table and because of a reliance on previously memorized distances in a seemingly familiar room the dish crashes to the floor. It was evening shadows now cast differently across the telly when your favorite show was on.

The Kitchen had not escaped Regulus plan. He had moved the table, reducing the space between it and the moving room within the kitchen space, the same off kilter feeling that would be felt in the main room would also be experienced here. He made a mental note to try and take up space in this area when Sirius was trying to use it.

All the cupboards were rearranged, the dishes switched with the food and alcohol. Everything placed similar to how it’d been before, just in a different location.

And to top it off the refrigerator door had been taken off its hinges and put on opposite so it opened from the other side now.

Yes, the first step in driving Sirius a bit loopy had been flawlessly staged, now all that was needed as a successful pull-off.

Regulus stepped back to survey his work and nodded once before turning back into his room. Ready to come back out in the morning and play his part of pretending nothing had changed.