Who: Regulus Black and Dorcas Meadowes :O When: December 30, evening What: Dorcas doesn't believe that Regulus isn't fine...because he's not Where: 12 Grimmauld Rating: PG13, Dorcas has a mouth and isn't afraid to use it
Regulus groaned loudly when he realized that Dorcas was going to come over no matter what he said. The woman was absolutely maddening. They'd been on good speaking terms for only a few weeks and now she was insisting on making sure he was okay. Which he was, that is if pale, shaky and clammy were okay. He hadn't felt this wretched in years.
He was lying on top of the blankets of his bed and still wearing the clothes he had worn to the cave the night before. He was still too exhausted to do much of anything. Kreacher had insisted that he at least try to eat something but that hadn't gone terribly well either. There was part of him that knew he should probably have Kreacher buy him a bezoar just to be safe but was convinced that if he could just wait it out he would be as fine as he was telling people.
He heard the floo downstairs and instructed Kreacher to go retrieve Dorcas while he concentrated on trying to not look so pale. There was part of him that knew it was a futile effort, but he tried anyway.