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Post by avyx on Jun 28, 2012 23:50:22 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]life can do terrible things[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;] [/style][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443]On the whole, any proper Black was very much considered to be paranoid by the mass majority. Regulus was certainly no exception by the way he acted in the face of others. His mother had always held an obvious note of caution in how she approached the world outside their protected abode and in recent months, it was no surprise to her youngest son that this caution had drastically increased. For once however, this change was not a result of Sirius' disinheritance, nor an expression of her increasing fragility. Instead, it was out of a strict devotion to preserving the privacy of the household and the Black family secrets that came along with it. So it came to no surprise to the Black Heir when a small, grey, spindly house elf appeared before him in one of the long narrow isle of books, the momentary confliction in his gaze narrowing with sharp acknowledgement as to what this meant. "Kreacher," His upper crust accent echoed in the quiet depths of the library, hidden well by the cloak of shelves. A small window occupied the end of the hall, sheding the light of approaching dusk on the creatures light tuffs of hair while the rest of the way down was shadowed by the tall racks of archived knowledge.
"Master Regulus," The elf croaked in deep response, illiciting a bow that brought a momentary frown to Regulus' lips. He had never approved of the notion as a child, no matter how intent and respectful the creature worked at being. His parents had hardly made notice however, and it it was only when he was alone with Kreacher that he recognized how unnecessary it was for him to do so. However, Regulus knew better to comment out of his own respect for the elf, nodding his head in response instead, shelfing the book he'd been holding so his hands were left free. The elf approached in kind, stopping before him as he reached into his rags, pulling out a letter with a dark fine print addressed to him in cursive that he immediately recognized as his mothers. "The Mistress has requested that I deliver your letters from now on," His deep bullfrog voice bellowed out. Regulus turned his full attention to his family caretaker, taking the letter from him and turning it over to run his finger over the black wax seal imprinted with an embroided letter B. Digging his carefully trimmed nails beneath the seal, he peeled it open, "Thank you, Kreacher," He replied with unusual kindness, slipping the folded parchment out with his thumb as he proceeded to read over the letter quickly.
After a moment he tucked it away into his robes, a much more pronounced frown on his lips. He looked to his House Elf, meeting his large squinting eyes, "I suspect Mother has enlightened you on why?" Regulus said in a concisive voice, taking a silent moment to make certain they were without the company of undesired eyes and ears. Kreacher's ears also made a notable twitch for the same reason Regulus nodding slightly giving him permission to speak as freely as he could on the matter. "The Mistress does not trust that safety of owl delivery, sir. The rise of the respectable Dark Lord has resulted in the instrusion of such privacies." Regulus nodded, his fingers locked against the base of his back in a typical prim Black manner, decidedly walking towards the orange glow of the window, "I imagine father has also increased the protection charms on our home and vault alike?" Kreacher replied as was expected. Both his parents, while very supportive of rise of the Dark Lord, still held true to the name and protecting it when threat emerged. The Black family, after all, held a series of inherited dark objects and dark secrets in its long existance. Neither of which were open knowledge to the eyes of the Ministry or the Dark Lord. No matter how supportive they were. The Black name came first to a Black, above all else. As it always had.
The conversation carried further, fading quieter as the topic changed to his mothers health and the state of the household. It was cute short however as footsteps became apparent through the labyrinth, Regulus snapping his attention to the end of the isle, "If Mother permits it, meet me in the common room after midnight. A response to her letter should be written by then," He said in a hastened voice, dismissing Kreacher who quickly bowed and snapped out of sight with only the dust coiling in the darkening stream of light to fill the void. And as the footsteps reached the isle, Regulus' eyes sharpened towards the noise.[/style]
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Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Jul 2, 2012 18:19:10 GMT
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Alexei had never been much for visiting the library unless he had some real reason to visit the location. The whole idea of reading for fun was something that he didn't visit the library for and any other sort of time he was quick to find what he needed and exiting as soon as possible. Though there were other things that successfully managed to get him among the aisle after aisle of books and that was presciencely how he had managed to lose a cufflink. Or at least that was what he was guessing. Something happened to his cufflink anyway and the library did seem to be one of the better places to start seeing as he had spent a goodly amount of time there mere hours ago with a Hufflepuff in the magical creatures section. He would have to look her up again if he felt like repeating the process, after all, she was quite the kisser. Though if she was going to cause him to lose more then a few of his possessions during that time perhaps it was not worth it but that was something that he had to decide later. Right now he wanted his cufflink back. It was a set after all and something that wasn't the same if he only had one. Honestly they were quite valuable being snakes with emerald eyes and made from pure silver. Wouldn't surprise him if some mudblood would have the nerve in trying to steal it if they had found it. The whole lot of them were complete vermin and just grimy enough to take something from one of their betters to give themselves a false sense of superiority. They really were no better then disease carrying rats.
The Slytherin wrinkled his nose at the very thought, straightened his tie and strode into the library with his head held high. Without a doubt there was a certain air of arrogance and pride about him though there was that chance that the smile that he flashed in the direction of anyone he considered worthy softened his expression slightly. Still he did his best to hold more then a slight amount of dignity as he moved towards what he hoped to be the last known location of his cufflink. At least that was the spot that made the most sense considering what had been going on between him and the Hufflepuff. Everything else throughout the day had been so mundane it was hard to imagine that it would have fallen off though there was always that chance. Still it made better sense to start the search where it made the most sense instead of wandering around like some sort of bloody idiot. Honestly much of the population seemed to do that enough he did not need to add to the stupidity. The sad part being that there were more then a fair few purebloods that seemed to lack the ability to use their heads properly (why else would they allow their lines to be tainted with muggle blood or even befriending the mudbloods in the first place). The whole thing was just sickening. How anyone could allow themselves to be betrothed to something as unworthy as that was completely beyond him. There were a few that he had found that were worth having flings with, quick rolls in the hay for lack of a better term. Or there was always endless amounts of snogging. Perhaps that made him a hypocrite but it was not like he felt anything for them and the truth was that they weren't worth anymore then what he gave them. Those he selected honestly should feel honoured to be nothing more then another notch on his bedpost.
As he worked his way through the maze of bookshelves, he heard a voice that was very much so familiar and one that actually held the ability to bring a genuine smile to his face, even though he could not make out words there was no denying who the person speaking just happened to be. Alexei zipped down several of the aisles (still looking for the cufflink all the while) before he sure enough came into one that happened to be holding just whom he had expected. The Slytherin made his way to greet the other, who seemed rather on edge (surprise, surprise). "Always on guard, are you not, Regulus?" He spoke once in proper earshot, this was a library after all and yelling was left to someone of lesser quality or of a moment where it was nothing sort of life and death. "By chance did you happen to stumble across a cufflink while you were here?" He asked, although wondering why his friend had been having what seemed to be a conversation but the lack of another person was making the whole thing very curious, but it went without saying that it really wasn't any of his actual business. Regulus would share it with him if it was something he needed to know, if not he would live without the information. "I lost it when I was with someone." Alexei could not help but grin. "And they are not worth wearing if they are not a matched set." Really, that was just common sense.
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Post by avyx on Jul 3, 2012 21:19:09 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]life can do terrible things[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443]"Alexei," He spoke with delay upon seeing the figure emerge around the corner. A fellow elitist, a Slytherin and on rare sentiment; a friend. As well as someone Regulus often found himself looking at without realizing it. Tall, built and notably handsome which as he understood - was very standard for a Montague. Regulus could not deny him of his fine features and it was certainly no surprise that woman were drawn to him. Even if he could summon reason to deny it, he wouldn't. After all, he saw nothing wrong with viewing another mans features as agreeable. Certainly that was normal. His brother, after all, was often noted to be fair-faced by several of his male peers. And he himself had not been without receiving such comments. Though Sirius was considered the better of the two. A fact Regulus had never bothered to deny. His appearance suited him just fine - even if he privately wished he could grow a little taller. In the end, how he looked mattered little. He was the Black Heir and he was engaged to be married with a girl who seemed fascinated enough with him. Worrying about something so trivial as his personal features held no relevancy in his life - the matter of personal hygiene and Black Pride aside.
"It would be most careless of me to not be," He responded simply, casually smug in his mannerisms. Even if he liked Alexei and found his presence most agreeable on several counts - some of which he often found himself ignoring, Regulus felt no need to over stiffle the conceit in his voice. After all, Alexei Montague while most certainly a respectable pureblood, was not quite a Black. Though in all fairness, even in the case of another Black, Regulus often responded with a notable degree of Black Pride. "It would also do you well to do the same." He added on the same note - a result, be it may, from his previous conversation with Kreacher. One could never be too careful, particularly in such darkening times. And Regulus was under the impression that anyone who thought they could get away with being careless was severely misguided and would surely end up imprisoned by the Ministry or elsewise dead. Even in the case of non-followers. Times were growing less and less safe for anyone. For purebloods and mudbloods alike. That was just a strengthening fact and only the stupid and inept could think otherwise.
His eyes narrowed, knowing full well that Alexei was not one to frequent the library for any purpose other than to indulge in less than appropriate acts. Skepticism in his eyes, though masked in his features, he merely turned his head back to the bookshelf, pulling out the book he had set aside when to speak to Kreacher. "I haven't." And if he had, he probably wouldn't have touched it. Picking up something that didn't belong to him was yet again another foolish and careless thing to do. The amount of items in their own family vault that was cursed or jinxed to harm the fool was sometimes nothing more than a simple ring to a shimmering goblet and he had been taught young to not let curiousity best him. Many a wizard and witch had lost their lives in touching things that did not belong to them.
His fingers gave a twitch as Alexei proceeded to make note that he had been with another when he'd lost it. And Regulus, knowing Alexei since before they'd even been in Hogwarts and being a very very clever boy, had a pretty good idea just what the elder Slytherin had been up to in the enclosed, quiet corners of the library. Tightening his fingers around the spine of the book, he flipped it open and began looking through it in attempt to look entirely unfazed, despite the flicker of annoyance in his chest. "Have you considered asking said person if they had seen it?" He settled on, rather dully. He was not one to help another search for a cufflink, even if it was Alexei. Particularly if he'd lost it while doing what Regulus thought he had. He'd never approved of the elder boys fascination with shoving his tongue down another's throat. Nor his habit of tallying the women he slept with. Frankly he found it rather uncouth the way he even so much as spoke about it. Such things, had always been viewed as a deeply private matter in Regulus' eyes. Though his brother had also been one to make a habit of seeing it differently. Which quite possibly made Alexei's excursions just that much more worth scrutinizing. That and for whatever reason, Regulus didn't like the idea of Alexei snogging. He'd had the unfortunate pleaure of walking in on it quite a few times, and everytime he stalked off feeling particularly annoyed. A feeling he could only properly digest as disgust.[/style]
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Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Jul 9, 2012 0:30:12 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 363636; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Alexei found himself at no surprise at Regulus' tone. For some reason the younger Slytherin always seemed to hold his family in such high regard. An air of which seemed to follow the Black anywhere he went, even seemed laced in every word. Though there was little chance that Alexei was going to claim himself any different then the other as it would be nothing less then the pot calling the kettle black. Even though there had been an event in recent years that caused a rift that he found himself unable to work upon mending. At least not unless there were certain terms set and wrongs righted but thus far things of that particular nature had been left very much so unresolved. That being said for now things had become in a set pattern where enough was only done to keep up a certain level of appearances. Even if that was something that kept his family shown in a better light it was still better then making himself looked upon in a lesser manner. Families did tend to stick together. And the last thing that he needed was there being rumours that there were weaknesses within the House of Montague. These were indeed darkening times and more then ever there was a certain need for caution. Despite his rather flippant demeanor, there were wheels that working in his mind. Even with a family that left much to be desired there were still enough strings attached between them and him that if one started to slip they all would. After all, there were more then a few secrets in the dark recesses of their home, secrets that were by far better left uncovered by anyone. Namely the Ministry.
"I am touched by your concern, Regulus." The Slytherin reciprocated, leaning upon the nearest bookcase, arms crossed in front of his chest. "While you're fears are not unwarranted they are unnecessary." After all his family was not unable in defending themselves and keeping out of harms way when things really did matter. A few lingering fears always did remain in Alexei's mind even with that knowledge but there were more then a few things going on the world worth worrying about as time ticked by. However, they were things better thought of later and were not as pressing as the missing cufflink. Perhaps his priorities were out of order but there was more then a small importance had upon looking one's best and that was very hard to manage when missing an item of clothing even if it was something as small as a cufflink. Small details were just as important as so called lesser ones, after all. There were more then a few witches and wizards that forgot that fact over the years and managed to find themselves within chains or buried six feet beneath the earth. A missing cufflink was surely not enough to cause such a catastrophe but there were more then a few chances that worse things had happened under lesser forces. Still there had been a level of optimism in his friend seeing his missing possession during his stay among the books. The whole event culminated into a small frown which vanished promptly as Regulus continued.
In fact the Slytherin found himself laughing before he could stop himself. "I couldn't do that. She'd get the wrong impression. Don't get me wrong she was good but not twice in the same day good." And there was a simple fact of the matter that he didn't want to give the witch the wrong idea. There was a certain written code with those sort of things. Mostly because women did seem to think that if a person spent enough time around them that it suddenly became a sign that whomever that was liked them. And that was something that he was not interested in getting involved with. He preferred the freedom of no strings attracted to whomever he just happened to select at any given time. Though he sure did want his cufflink back though why would that Hufflepuff take something that belonged to him? Was it some sort of memento collecting habit that she had? Oh, that would be just brilliant. Bloody lunatics anyway. 705 words | tagged; Reggie | Completed |
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