RP Thread Regulus/Narcissa Who: Regulus and Narcissa What: Cousinly bonding Where: The hospital wing When: Thursday Afternoon Status/Rating: Unfinished, Low
Regulus had woken up from being unconscious only long enough the night before to scratch a note to Bellatrix and then fall back into fitful dreams. When he'd woken up that morning he'd kept his eyes shut purposely, hoping that no one would speak to him if it appeared he was still knocked out. He wasn't ready to face the world yet, and he certainly wasn't ready to sit up and face the fact that he knew Sirius was only a few beds away. He had heard him speak only once, and that was to tell an elf to return a bar of chocolate to Andromeda, but those few words alone had been a knife to the heart. Andromeda was sending Sirius things and not him? He was never leaving this bed again. Ever.
Eventually Madame Pomfrey had come to check on him, and seeing that he was in fact conscious but faking sleep, she'd been sensible enough to put up curtains around him to make him more comfortable. Now that no one (particularly Sirius) could see him, he was sitting up in bed, flicking through his journal to see what people were saying. When Narcissa said she was close he pulled himself up a bit more and shoved over his pillows so that she would be able to join him in his bed and they could keep the curtains closed.
He knew he looked bad, he had looked at his reflection in a cup of water, and he patted down his hair where it was sticking up in parts. Narcissa was the only person he wanted to see, and he knew it would make her feel bad if he looked a mess so he finally resorted to dipping his hands in his water and taming his hair that way.