Characters: Regulus Black and Nympahdora Tonks Location: Park near Andromeda's house Date: (Backdated) Wednesday, June 04, 2001 Time: Night Rating: PG
Regulus had felt strange being inside the Manor when he knew that many of Draco's friends would be there. He would've liked to help to celebrate his cousin's birthday, but he was painfully reminded of the warning that Narcissa had delivered to him and unless he was mistaken, Draco seemed to be avoiding him lately. Neither would've wanted him there, he guessed, and it was a sentiment that stung a bit. And regardless of their feelings, the occasion seemed to underlie the fact that Regulus simply didn't belong here any longer.
The majority of the time he was able to deal with the fact that he had returned from the dead, was a being that was lingering and lost on the wrong plane, because he was grateful for the second change. He tended not to question what had happened because he was afraid if he asked too many questions the whole thing would be reversed and his opportunities would be lost : there would be no more teas with Andromeda and no more increasingly odd conversations with Sirius. But still, there was the odd time where he was reminded that no matter what he was doing with the time, it didn't really belong to him. He had already abandoned his first chance at life, and to be given another one was against the rules of nature, delving into dark magic. Draco's birthday just happened to evoke that response. He had made sure to slip free from the Manor before anyone had arrived though he was certain that would anger Narcissa just as much as if he had shown his face to Draco's circle of friends.
He had tried to stay fairly close to Malfoy Manor, though, and had gone somewhere he assumed the amount of people would be slightly limited, or at least wouldn't know who he was. He apparated to nearby Andromeda's house, to the park that he had seen on his last visit when he had been anxiously waiting outside, uncertain as to whether he should go in or not. He flopped down on the grass with a bit of a sigh, but relaxed, looking up at the stars overhead, easily able to pick out Sirius'. His own always took a bit more work.