|Sneaking Out Instead of Hiding
||[Feb. 24th, 2009|11:54 pm]
Regulus walked back into his prison, or so he had deemed the safe house he'd spent too many months being trapped behind it's walls, and tossed off his wet cloak, throwing it carelessly to the wooden chair near the door.
The young wizard had surpassed stir-crazy, weeks ago. Now, he was idly going out of his mind. He had one saving grace, going back and forth to Gringotts. He'd not even seen Andi in ages, it was like she had just given up on him as well, out of sight, out of mind.
Flopping to the chair nearest the hearth, with a flick of his wand, he lit the flames, warming the den from the cold, wet, night air. The firewhiskey in his belly was just as warm, and it made him content as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
Regulus knew he should not sneak out as he'd done just that evening and a few before that, but he could not bare the loneliness a minute longer. And Regulus Black needed desperately to slake his lust, which a willing serving witch had eagerly taken care of in the back room of that dingy old pub.
Hooking one booted ankle over the other, Regulus smiled to himself. Then the smile slowly vanished--he was alone once again.