Regulus Black (![]() ![]() @ 2011-07-23 03:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, holly frye, regulus black |
Who: Regulus Black & Holly Frye
What: The passing of a prophecy Consolation from a friend
When: Afternoon, October 23rd
Where: Seating area near the Pitch
Rating: SFW
Status: Incomplete
To put it plainly, Regulus was disappointed. The match had gone fairly well and things had seemed to be swinging in the Snake’s favour. Then it came down to him and he’d failed to catch the Snitch, meaning that Slytherin had lost (to Hufflepuff, no less). Ever the perfectionist, the younger Black had made his way to the locker room with his teammates in order to brood over the result whilst picking meticulously through his game play in the hopes of seeing where he’d gone wrong. A normal person would put it down to luck and chance, but not him. Regulus had never been one to shy away from his responsibilities and he was more than aware that it had been through his own fault that his team had been defeated.
It was long after the rest of the team had left that Regulus finally came to his senses. He’d been sitting on a bench, his Quidditch robes still on as he’d remained silent and lost in thought. Looking around, he frowned deeply before sighing and standing, pulling his bag from his locker and not stopping for long enough to change out of his uniform. Instead he grabbed his broom and headed for the door, his head bowed as he walked with the intention of holing himself up in his dormitory until he felt sufficiently satisfied that he’d worked out where he’d gone wrong.
It was on his way back to the school that he spotted somebody familiar. In his mind, there was no mistaking her, even though he could only currently see the back of her head. For a moment, he was torn on what to do. Usually he would have ignored everybody and continued on his way, but he had a friend now. From what he knew, friends didn’t simply walk by without speaking to one another. That would be rude and Regulus was far from being that. So after a moment of hesitation, he turned and strode over to the bench. Upon reaching it, he looked down at the Hufflepuff and slowly extended a hand to rest upon her shoulder.
“Holly?” he said quietly, setting his broom and bag beside himself before turning his full attention to the girl beside him.