Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-08-16 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | regulus black, sirius black |
Log: Regulus and Sirius
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY insidiousgrim)
Who: The Black Brothers
When: Thursday, August 16th, late at night
Where: Number 12 Grimmauld Place
What: Sirius tries to get Regulus to run away with him, and Regulus tries to get Sirius to stay. Neither of them get what they want in the end.
The day had taken many turns for the worst for Sirius Black. It started off on a very good note, as he had managed to get his hands on a flying motorbike. That particular achievement though would be the last straw in his Mother's eyes. Get rid of the motorbike and start acting like a proper heir or pay the price... that seemed to be his mother's look on things. He was glad that Regulus was out with their father during the worst of it. He wouldn't have wanted Reg to see him like that, on the floor crying for her to stop. Punishment by wand was something he'd grown accustomed to over the years, but she'd never stooped so low as to a crucio, until today. The fight at dinner that broke out was as the culmination of the horrible day. He couldn't take it anymore, and half way through he stormed up to his room and put up as many hexes and locks on his door as he could, immediately packing his trunk. He couldn't leave yet. He had to talk to Reggie, he had to get him to come along. He knew where he would go, but he couldn't just leave his brother to this life, to this treatment, to their brainwashing elitist ideas. He had to talk some sense into him. Sirius Black waited until the house was quite. It was long since dark, and he knew his mother and father would be in bed. He levitated his trunk behind him, so as not to make too much noise, and crept quietly across the hall to his brother's room. Knocking lightly on the door, and whispering even quieter, "Hey, Reggie, open up." Regulus stared up into the darkness, pretending he hadn't heard the knock or the whisper. He could pretend to be asleep. He'd done it enough times, along with other things. He'd pretended there wasn't a fight going on during dinner and quietly ate his potatoes, and he'd pretend he hadn't heard Sirius outside his door. Besides, he wasn't quite so sure he wanted to talk to him anyway. Why can't you just behave? he thought, turning his head to face his door. It'd be so much easier if you could.... if you could just understand. Sirius groaned, quickly getting tetchy about being on this side of his door still. He knew well enough not to try to open the door, who knows what sorts of hexes were on it to keep it locked. After all, Sirius himself was a master at making sure a door stays shut unless he wanted it open, particularly in this cursed house. "Don't be a git," Sirius huffed. "Open this bloody door and let me in before I disturb dear old mum and father." Sirius paused, he didn't want to... no he couldn't have this conversation outside of the door. Yet, he couldn't leave without it either. Sirius let his trunk sit on the floor in the hallway, and knocked again. "I know you aren't sleeping, open up." Though, if he had to, he'd probably break the door in, just for the chance of bringing Regulus with him, away from this horrible place, away from his monster of a mother. Regulus cringed at the thought of their parents waking up. That was the last thing he needed, more fighting. His head already pounded from the one during dinner. He groaned, rolled completely over, threw back his blankets, and got up. He crossed over to the door, but he took his sweet time getting there, and an even longer time opening his door. He looked up at Sirius with a defiant expression on his face. He would have gone for a sleepy yet annoyed look, but he was feeling more defiant and rather petulant than anything. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest like a little sentinel protecting the threshold of his room. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell his brother wanted at this hour and why it couldn't just wait until morning when he spotted the trunk. His mouth remained opened as he shifted his gaze from it to Sirius. And then he shut it with a snap, squared his shoulders, and glared at Sirius. He didn't need to ask to know that he'd be heading to that stupid blood traitor's house. Probably for the rest of the summer, he mused, and he set his jaw, wondering just why Sirius wanted to see him before taking off to romp with his stupid mates. Regulus thought he was probably just rubbing it in, the git. Now that Regulus had opened the door, Sirius was finding himself suddenly at a loss for words. He knew what he wanted to say, but not how. How could he word it in such a manner to impress upon Regulus the seriousness of the matter? How could he convince his younger brother to leave with him, when they hadn't seen eye to eye in years. "Come with me." Well, since he couldn't think of any eloquent way, he figured the blunt truth would work. There was more, but right now he couldn't manage to get any other words out of his mouth. Sirius's mind was racing, as he searched it for the best way to get his brother to come without forcing him to do so. All of his anger disappeared along with his pretenses as Regulus stared at his brother, clearly shocked by his words. He hadn't been asked to do anything with Sirius in years, and to have such a request thrown upon him at such a time as this was, well, it was strange. And suspicious. "Why would I want to go with you?" he said after a moment and had regained some of his composure, doing what he could to sound condescending while still being intrigued as to why he wanted him to go with him in the first place. Sirius bit the inside of his cheek. His eyes darkened for a moment at his condescending response, but he was determined to keep his temper in check. This was perhaps the most important conversation he has ever had with his brother in their entire life. "Because, Reggie, I have to go." He paused, and looked at his brother in a way he hadn't looked at him since they were much, much younger. "I just- Reg. I don't want to leave you here." Of all the condescending treatment and flippant attitude he had given his brother over the years, Sirius dropped it all for that moment and asked him as sincerely as he could to get him to leave. It was all he could do to hope the little prat would come. "I won't be coming back," he said coldly. "Of course you'll be coming back," Regulus said. "This is home. And you don't have to go. You just... want to," he finished sourly. He couldn't figure out why his brother was acting so strange--well, stranger than usual at least. He always thought Sirius was a bit odd, though now he seemed odder. Why wouldn't he be coming back? That seemed rather absurd honestly. "Do you honestly think you could ever be happy here? With such a horrid beast of a mother?" Sirius snapped at Regulus. Why did he have to be so bloody difficult all the time? Couldn't he see he was trying to do them both a favour and get them the hell out of there? "Stop being a ignorant prat for once and open your eyes. These bloody people with their bloody elitist ideas are going to try to turn you into the perfect heir once I'm gone and you deserve better than all of this." Sirius got fed up. There was no reasoning with his brother, he would have to SHOW him how serious he was in this matter. He pushed abruptly past his younger brother, nudging him hard in the shoulder to get by. "Come on, I'll help you pack," he stated in that demanding, I'm not going to take no for an answer tone, while crossing the room to his brother's trunk. Regulus looked a little startled at Sirius's snapped remark. He hadn't expected the tone or the words, and he shook his head a few times. "You don't understand, Sirius. It's all for the greater good! It's to protect--" But he was cut off with the nudge, and he spun around, his eyes wide. "Pack? I'm not going anywhere," he protested, scurrying behind. "I'll admit Mum can be, well, unpleasant from time to time, but I'm not exactly unhappy here." But he wasn't exactly happy, either. He felt more like a content house cat, which wasn't necessarily the best feeling in the world. "You have no idea how unpleasant she can be, Regulus. It is my duty as an older brother to get you the hell out of here before you find out," he said. It was as if every moment that passed without him agreeing to running away, Sirius became more and more panic ridden. They were up against a clock, he knew, pressing their luck as it is. He hated to think of the punishment that might occur if he gets caught before he can leave. He hated, even more, to think of what was going to happen to Regulus if he left him here in this rotting pit. "Stop arguing and pack!" he said his voice getting louder in his fury. Dammit, now he lost his temper and he was certain someone would have heard him. "Why can't you for once in your life stop acting like the perfect little wannabe heir and listen to me? You are such a thick headed prat!" Sirius was angry now, and he really didn't mean to be. It wasn't Regulus he was angry at, it was the situation. He was randomly tossing Reg's possessions into the trunk, ignoring his brother's decision to stay. His brother didn't know what was best for him, Sirius did. He wouldn't admit it, but there was a part of Regulus that was just a bit frightened of everything going on just then. He didn't completely understand it all, and that annoyed him. And Sirius yelling was only making him more agitated, as well as the treatment of his belongings. So far as he could tell, his brother had completely lost it, and he was torn between horror and fear at his actions and words. "Sirius, please just stop for a moment," he said, a slight whine to his voice as he moved to grab one of his arms to try to stop him. "You're not making any sense!" It was at that moment, that brief moment when Sirius stopped to look at his younger brother that he heard Kreacher about in the hall. Oh bloody fuck. The look of panic in Sirius's eyes returned more prominent, and he looked at his younger brother with a desperate pleading. "I have to go. Now. Come with me." In the hall he could hear Kreacher muttering about the ungrateful Black child ruining everything for his mistress. He didn't have time to wait for Regulus to make a decision, he had to get out of there and quickly. "We'll buy you new things, just come on!" Sirius said levitating his trunk with his wand again, and preparing to run as fast as he could out of there. This was supposed to be a quiet exit, one in which he and Regulus managed to leave and their parents would simply wake to find them gone. Regulus felt completely torn. One the one hand, Sirius was asking him--him--to go with him somewhere, something he hadn't done in years, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't mean something to him, make him want to just go. But from the sound of it, Sirius was not just asking him to go on holiday with him but to leave forever, which sounded completely insane. He knew it wasn't perfect, but this was home. Everything he knew was within the walls, and why couldn't Sirius just see that? He was always so concerned with himself he never bothered to look at Regulus, and for a brief instant he thought about being completely defiant and cold and telling Kreacher to go fetch his mother. But he didn't. Instead he grabbed his trunk, trying to set it back down on the floor, and looked up at Sirius. "Don't. Please don't," he pleaded quietly. "Just stay. At least until morning. Please?" "I..." Sirius just stopped. He couldn't stay? Or wouldn't? He knew this was the right decision, but he had honestly thought he'd be able to convince Regulus to come with him. He finally realized that if he left, he'd be walking out on Regulus, and that... it wasn't an easy realization to face. "Regulus, I can't stay." Sirius said, a bitter coldness creeping into his voice. There was nothing he could do, and he was beginning to realize that. Especially now that Kreacher was aware of the situation. "I'm... sorry." It was probably the first time he'd ever actually apologized to Regulus but he had to say it. After all, he couldn't bring himself to actually vocalizing goodbye, though it was clear he was leaving. He brushed his brother off of his trunk, and turned to go to the door. "Sirius, please don't go," he shouted; begged. Regulus scrambled around his trunk to get to his brother, feeling desperation wash over him as realization of what Sirius was doing and had meant hit him completely. This was all wrong. All of it. If it was going to happen, it shouldn't be happening like this, in the middle of the night with him begging in such a manner. If Sirius was going to leave, it should be during the day after much thought and proper planning. Because if he left now, like this--He didn't like the thought of what could happen, and he tugged on his brother's arm. "Sirius, if you've waited this long, can't you please just wait a little longer," he asked quickly, the whine still in his voice. Kreacher, it seemed, had been standing in the hallway looking in on them the entire time. Eavesdropping, like the little rotten elf he was. When Sirius managed to take a step out into the hallway, Kreacher disapparated away, and Sirius knew where he was going. He was going to wake his parents up and if he didn't leave that second... He didn't want to dwell on that thought. He no longer had a choice. "You don't understand, Reggie, you wouldn't," Sirius huffed, and then began to descend the stairs quickly to leave this horrid nightmare behind him. "That's because you never explain anything! You just rush in and don't think," Regulus screamed after him as he hurried into the hall and to the landing. He balled his fists and glared at his brother's back. Already his mind was working to skew the situation, offer up a perfectly plausible, yet not completely accurate interpretation of everything that had happened since he'd heard the knock at his door. "And you don't give anyone time to think! Instead you run off half-cocked and damn the rest of us if we don't follow you!" Regulus scrunched up his face in anger, too upset to be shocked at the bit of moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. "You know what your problem is, besides being a brainwashed little twat who can't form his own opinions without worrying about what our hag of a mother thinks? You think too bloody much." Sirius really hadn't intended on to start to go off on his brother like this, he had intended on being nice, he had intended on pleading with him until he came, but things weren't going at all as planned. He certainly wasn't going to stick around and have to experience another crucio. "Owl me if you ever grow some balls or gain a brain. You can leave this horrid place too, you know." "And you don't think at all! You just run with whatever pops into your brain if it suits your needs and don't care about anyone but yourself," Regulus countered. "Oh Reggie come with me now because I say so! You don't ask, you demand, and sod it if it doesn't work to suit you! You're as bad as the Slytherins you torment! And you of course don't stop to to think that maybe--ARGH!" He stomped his foot and threw his hands up in the air. He was going to tell Sirius he didn't bother to stop and think that maybe he was scared, but then Regulus would be admitting to something he didn't want to admit to ever. Instead of pursing things further, Regulus just fell to the landing onto his bum. He pounded his fists against the floor and felt a tantrum coming on, something that hadn't occurred in years. He settled for letting out a frustrated scream despite wanting to toss in an 'I hate you' as he heard his parents rushing out of their room. He pulled his legs up to his chest, bit his lip, and silently prayed that at the least they wouldn't hurt him. He may have been angry at him, but part of him still didn't want his older brother hurt. Sirius opened his mouth to say something to Regulus, when he, too, had heard his parents rushing out. That was it, there was no time left. He bolted for the door, his trunk levitating behind him, as he sprinted as fast as he could to his motorbike. Over the years, Sirius had honestly wished for the day he'd be free of that place, but he never pictured it like this: on the middle of the night, fighting with Regulus, and running for what was probably his life. (Or at least, in his mind Sirius knew if he'd stayed any longer he'd be a dead man.) All the times he pictured it, he'd expected relief to come at this moment, and relief was far from his mind. He felt guilty. He felt angry. He felt scared. Mostly, he felt like an utter git. Somehow, along the lines, he must have failed his brother, why else would he choose to stay in such an awful place over running away with him? |