|Dire Days Ahead
||[Jan. 7th, 2008|10:12 pm]
Regulus sat at the bar of the Hogs Head, Andromeda having left town on a holiday with her sister, Narcissa..how she managed that one while just starting work at the Ministry he would never know. The holidays had been an utter bore without her around, and he had to admit, not even having Nymphadora around to pester him he'd missed...but would dare not admit it to anyone else alive.
Sitting at the bar, turning about to survey the rowdy patrons in the small pub, he took a sip of his firewhiskey, searching about for one dark-haired serving witch in particular. Not seeing her fiery personality any where, he assumed Meadows was off for the night...even in passing a bit of information he was doing miserably. But this information was most pivotal...something he thought even his big brother should know about a certain friend of his and recent sightings and rumors.
"Hate the bloody holidays," he mumbled to himself, having to shove over just in time as not to get smashed into by a damned drunkard.
Finally settling back in to his perch, Regulus placed his glass back to the bar and turned back around, hands clutching the cool glass. Even his uncle Alfard had come back into the picture, ordering him to dinner...inspection was more like it, and even Regulus knew he'd not passed the older Black's itinerary with just the curt nods and cutting glances. As dear uncle had said your mother is smothering you into her image..., he couldn't exactly say the man was wrong, his mother was just that. Even he finally had to admit it, the woman was utterly ruining him...destroying him more like it, destroying what he wasn't hell bent on destroying himself that is.