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regulus arcturus black (royalvenant) wrote in makebelievelog,

Regulus pulled from his cigarette and eyed Tracey as he blew out the smoke. He considered her proposal carefully, if there were hidden strings attached he sought for them. It was his right as a Slytherin to do so. No, not a right, and imperative.

He and Tracey had an odd relationship. Most would call it friendship, if they just glanced at them. If they looked further they might be appalled at how antagonistic they could be towards each other and yet, how fully they remained in each other’s good favor. They each only trusted the other about as far as they could throw them, and they found that made things mutually beneficial and refreshingly clear. They each knew the other’s intent in a general sense, if not the details, and that, for a Slytherin was the basis of all solid, working relationships. Most found their approach clinical and cold, they found it predictable and, therefore, comforting.

This was as close to ‘trust’ Slytherins got.

“We have a truce,” Regulus said at last. He pulled out his wand and conjured a pad of paper and quill to jot down the address of the home he and Severus were purchasing. He tore the slip of paper off the pad and held it out for Tracey to take.

“And who did you have in mind?" he said conspiratorially. "Severus was recently worrying over his wardrobe.” As much as Regulus loved his partner when it came to pranks everyone was fair game.