||[Apr. 30th, 2008|11:18 pm]
With the glass of firewhiskey in his hand, Regulus stood at the marble fireplace in his Uncle's...his study, and with one hand to the mantle, the other holding his drink, stared into the dying flames. It was getting warmer and warmer, just the slightest of chills at night needing to be warmed by the embers.
Taking one last, long gulp of the amber liquid to drain the glass, Regulus grimaced as the strong contents eased down his throat. Sitting the empty crystal to the marble, he continued his vigil by the dancing flames.
He wasn't right sure how that damned witch of his brother's had gotten under his skin with her walking out the other evening, but she had...it had made him feel something he had been fighting to forget and un-feel most of his life. Guilt. Thankfully, with Lulu's return in the wee small hours of the morning not too long back, his sleepless night over such a slip of a witch's disappointed sadness over those bloody books, and his damned unexpected guilt, had finally been quashed with her acceptance. She was his brother's witch, he had to respect that...even if his brother got on his every last nerve...maybe truth was, he respected that quirky little witch himself.
Regulus Black tried his damnedest to push those thoughts away, they were a weakness he'd been told over the years--but now, there was so much doubt in him over what was right and what was wrong, it was a constant war in his mind.
Sighing heavily, the young wizard took a few steps and slumped into the well worn leather wing-back chair at the hearth. His free ride on his uncle's coat tails would be over in the near future. Some how...he had to pay for the upkeep and maintenance of his suddenly vast holdings...something had to give, he mused, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. Obviously he needed funds, and in vast, quick quantities.
"Master wish anything more?" Lulu questioned, suddenly there before the tired wizard.
"No...it's late...take your rest," he offered with an exhausted, dismissive wave of his hand, the little Elf bowing it's way out of the room in her awkward shuffle.
He stared at the fire once more, wondered briefly what Andromeda was up to and he chuckled...she was with those damned horses of hers for the week and probably the whole of the next. Regulus Black had too much time on his hands to think...that bothered him. But what bothered him more was something he was growing more and more fearful of suspecting in his Dark Lord...this he could not ignore if true...it couldn't be allowed, even he realized that end.
Standing, hands raking through his hair, Regulus began to unbutton his shirt as he started to make his way upstairs and to his bedroom to retire for the night. Damned he missed Andromeda even more.