Regulus Black (geniuslike) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2015-12-23 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bingo, !challenge, !thread, character: regulus black |
WHO: Regulus Black (Narrative)
WHEN: Pre-dawn, late May, 1982
WHERE: A park
WHAT: Experiments gone horribly awry.
CHALLENGES: Backstory (Earth), Bingo ("The park stretched...", predawn, your shadow)
The whole point of being an Unspeakable was to explore the great mysteries of the universe. Sometimes these great mysteries ended in explosions. Occasionally they ended in...well...
Well, that was the very last time Regulus ever, ever agreed to participate in any experiment involving potions. Really, he should have known better in the first place. Regulus didn't even drink more than half a glass of wine because he hated the feeling of having his brains scrambled so much. He didn't even drink pepper-up potion! But after everything that had happened, he still felt that he was on thin ice with his colleagues - first faking his own death and effectively quitting, then being tried as a Death Eater and pardoned, then remaining in hiding until the war was won. He was desperate to please them, to prove that he was a valuable member of the team at the Department of Mysteries, and so he had signed up for Fairfax's experimental potion study.
The park stretched verdantly around him, which was odd, because he had no recollection of how he'd gotten there. To judge by the very faint pinkish light colouring the sky, it was nearly but not quite dawn, and he definitely remembered nothing between teatime and now - and that was if he hadn't lost days instead of hours. He groaned and cradled his head in one hand. As if the headache and disorientation weren't bad enough, he was here.
Regulus hated nature. He did not trust nature one bit. He literally couldn't remember the last time he'd sat on the ground outside like this, the feeling of earth underneath his fingertips. At least he had his wand, so it would be easy to get home, just as soon as things stopped spinning and he could Apparate safely without risk of splinching. In the meantime, the park was currently deserted. No doubt soon, early-morning joggers would appear, most likely Muggles. This might be a wizard-frequented park, but he tended to doubt it.
Regulus cautiously got to his feet, and frowned down at the shadow he was, just barely, casting on the grass. "What are you looking at?" he asked severely, and his shadow shrugged. So either he was still absolutely on drugs, or the potion had done something to his shadow. It was a toss-up, honestly. Fairfax was a weird bastard. Feeling in his pocket, Regulus found that he had some money, and he idly looked around. Maybe he could find someplace to buy some breakfast. It depended how deep in Muggle wherever he was.
One thing was certain, he thought, as he stumbled off through the hushed early morning park. Fairfax was going to be really sorry for this one. No one dumped Regulus Black in the dirt and got away with it.