Regulus Arcturus Black (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spareturnedheir) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} necessary_rpg,@ 2012-03-03 03:05:00 |
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WHO: Regulus Black & OPEN
WHAT: Walking. Thinking. Watching...being Regulus.
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: Early Saturday Afternoon
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
He had tried to be nice, he truly had as Regulus was generally always the gentleman no matter the circumstance but there was only so much cling he could take before words were spoken rather than just thought and the young blonde he had spent the night with was in a crumpled heap in tears that he was leaving and would not be coming back. She was a respectable pure-blood witch, as could only be expected when the sole male Black (acknowledged one at least) was involved but she had blown her chances of ever receiving future visits from Wizarding Great Britains' most Eligible Bachelor. Not exactly something he referred to himself as but it had been stated several times in the Prophet especially when considering the fact that the boy was essentially royalty and therefore more like a King and yet still single. He was quite all right with this fact of course, his world was much too busy to have to worry about a family at this point even if it drove his mother to insanity with her impatience on the matter.
On this afternoon he had decided to run some errands for his mother in Knockturn Alley before being lost in thought he continued his way leisurely through Diagon Alley. The Dark Lord expected him to recruit his brother Sirius, a well known advocate against the elitest movement and a stain on the good name he shared. Not that Regulus could actually bring himself to hate his brother, but it was all still true. Sirius openly reguarded Muggle borns as equals and had even taken upon the role of God father to a halfblood Potter. He had insulted his family with his attitudes and was swiftly removed from the most ancient house of Black and YET the Dark Lord still thought it was a great idea to try and recruit him and sent Regulus of all people to do it. Regulus wasn't stupid, he would find a way to cover his tracks and make it seem like an effort was put forward but at the end of the day the twice insulted young man would be back in the safety of his home plotting the inevitable demise of the one called Lord Voldemort. He'd chosen the wrong family to spit upon and Regulus would make sure, very quietly, that this imposter, this half-blood orphan would pay for such a grave lapse in judgement.
WHAT: Walking. Thinking. Watching...being Regulus.
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: Early Saturday Afternoon
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
He had tried to be nice, he truly had as Regulus was generally always the gentleman no matter the circumstance but there was only so much cling he could take before words were spoken rather than just thought and the young blonde he had spent the night with was in a crumpled heap in tears that he was leaving and would not be coming back. She was a respectable pure-blood witch, as could only be expected when the sole male Black (acknowledged one at least) was involved but she had blown her chances of ever receiving future visits from Wizarding Great Britains' most Eligible Bachelor. Not exactly something he referred to himself as but it had been stated several times in the Prophet especially when considering the fact that the boy was essentially royalty and therefore more like a King and yet still single. He was quite all right with this fact of course, his world was much too busy to have to worry about a family at this point even if it drove his mother to insanity with her impatience on the matter.
On this afternoon he had decided to run some errands for his mother in Knockturn Alley before being lost in thought he continued his way leisurely through Diagon Alley. The Dark Lord expected him to recruit his brother Sirius, a well known advocate against the elitest movement and a stain on the good name he shared. Not that Regulus could actually bring himself to hate his brother, but it was all still true. Sirius openly reguarded Muggle borns as equals and had even taken upon the role of God father to a halfblood Potter. He had insulted his family with his attitudes and was swiftly removed from the most ancient house of Black and YET the Dark Lord still thought it was a great idea to try and recruit him and sent Regulus of all people to do it. Regulus wasn't stupid, he would find a way to cover his tracks and make it seem like an effort was put forward but at the end of the day the twice insulted young man would be back in the safety of his home plotting the inevitable demise of the one called Lord Voldemort. He'd chosen the wrong family to spit upon and Regulus would make sure, very quietly, that this imposter, this half-blood orphan would pay for such a grave lapse in judgement.