Who: Regulus and Sirius Black When: May 19, 1985; after Walburga's funeral Where: Knockturn Alley, the pub next to Borgin & Burke's What: Lunch between estranged brothers...aka awkward times Rating: They're Blacks, this is going to be at least PG13 Status: Incomplete
This was a wretched idea. He didn't know what he was thinking when agreed to this. He was leaving the funeral parlor to head to the pub. Regulus sighed heavily as he thought about what was going on. He was about to sit and have lunch with his brother that he hadn't properly spoken to in close to ten years. How did he think this was a good idea? It must have been the grief. That was what it was. The grief had actually caused him to not think properly. Well, that and the fact that he had missed his brother terribly but that was definitely the lesser of the two points.
Regulus entered the pub and nodded to the owner. He took his preferred table in the back of the place. The server brought him over a firewhiskey straight up. There was no need for ice today. Today was definitely a straight up sort of day. He let out a heavy sigh as he waited. He waited for the man he had tried more than anything to hate as he was supposed to.