|Dark Tidings to Come
||[Jan. 8th, 2007|11:04 pm]
Regulus slipped out of bed, stretching over-taxed muscles as he stood clad only in black silk boxers before walking to the nearest window and throwing open the heavy drapes. Blinking as he adjusted to the early morning light, the young wizard rubbed the back of his neck. It had been a most fitful sleep the night before, there was much more weighing on his mind than his next visit with dearest Narcissa. Though he found himself totally addicted to their encounters of late--the things they did--the things he learned in pleasing a woman. The things she awakened in him were most surprising.
No, Regulus Black had darker matters on his mind. After the little test he'd endured at the hands of his cousin Bella, something in the recesses of his mind had awakened. That wasn't completely true, it was after the meeting with his brother that the rattlings of questions began to unnerve him ever so slightly. Sirius had brought about some old feelings in which Regulus had spent a long time trying to dampen, he'd not lied to the man, he'd only delicately stepped about the truth--he was no Deatheater, but well on his way to becoming on.
Then there was the meeting of the night before last, Voldemort was in rare form, hell, most there were riding a building wave of anger and power. There were burning whispers of things to come, but nothing ever brought to light before him, after all, Regulus was young, still considered lowly by most in attendance. But those of prestige at Voldemort's hand had something planned, even the lowliest of low could sense it.
Feeling a slight chill race through his body, Regulus shivered. Brushing it off to the cold of his bedroom and finding the fire nothing but embers, the dark-haired wizard shouted for the House Elf.
"Bring me my morning tea, you damned blight!"
Stepping away from the window, Regulus pulled the drapes closed.