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Regulus Black never learned how to love. The people meant to teach him—his parents—were not the best instructors for the young boy. While his mother, Walburga, tried to love her children, it was never enough to counteract the hate and chaos that filled their home. Regulus was the fifth daughter born into the Black family. He survived—unlike his siblings—due to the need for a spare heir.

His mother had given birth to his brother, Sirius, only two years earlier. Sirius was the heir since he was the family's only son, but they needed another child. Regulus's birth marked the end of Walburga's fertility, making her almost worthless to the family. Born as a girl but raised as a boy, Regulus was a fabrication, a lie constructed to fulfill the role of the perfect spare.

“I love you, Reggie,” Sirius had told him. “And that will never change. I promise.” Regulus must have zoned out because he suddenly heard, “MR. BLACK! Are you listening to me?” Startled, Regulus's gaze snapped upward, meeting the unwavering scrutiny of his teacher's stern visage, a blend of indignation and disappointment etched into his furrowed brow. “Sorry, sir, I must have gotten lost in my thoughts,” he mumbled. The short man grumbled something under his breath before continuing the lesson.

Regulus glanced down at his notebook and realized he had been drawing while lost in thought. On the paper, a long snake slithered down the page, accompanied by a strawberry plant covered in blossoms.

“Reg—” he heard a sharp whisper to his left. Looking over, he saw his good friend Barty staring at him, holding a crumpled piece of paper. As soon as their eyes met, Barty threw the ball. Focusing on catching it, Regulus didn’t see his professor turning around until it was too late.

“MR. BLACK! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH BLATANT DISRESPECT FROM YOU! MY OFFICE AFTER CLASS!” Regulus flinched at the teacher's raised voice, missing the ball and watching it roll toward the teacher at the front of the classroom.

“Let's see what is so important that you needed to interrupt everyone else's learning,” the teacher said, picking up the ball swiftly. He uncrumpled it and began to read: “Stai bene, Reg? So che sei stato stressato ultimamente.” (Are you okay, Reg? I know you have been stressed lately.) The room fell silent as the teacher spoke in a different language. “What is this gibberish? Who wrote this?” He looked back at Regulus, who shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know, sir. I just saw a paper ball flying toward me.” The teacher's face grew even angrier, turning a bright shade of red.

“WHO THINKS THIS IS FUNNY? DO YOU THINK THIS IS ACCEPTABLE TO DO IN CLASS? MY CLASS? REGULUS, WHO THREW THIS BALL AT YOU?” the teacher yelled, drawing attention from outside the door. Students began to gather and watch as he swung his arms around as if swatting a fly that buzzed close to his ear.

“Sir… I have no clue,” Regulus replied. The teacher froze and turned back to him. “You are all dismissed, Regulus Black, to my office.” After the previous chaos, the cold calm in the teacher's voice startled Regulus. People started to file out of the classroom as he packed up and stepped toward the small room in the back.

“Sir! How have you been?!” Regulus suddenly heard his least favorite voice—second only to his father's—coming from the classroom door. “Sirius, my boy! What a pleasure to see you. I was just about to meet with your brother; do you think this could wait?” It seemed this was the first time Sirius noticed Regulus.

“Oh... of course, sir, but I do need to get to my next class, and I assume Regulus does too.” The professor, who had been fuming just moments earlier, now looked as happy as a lamb with Sirius present. “That makes sense, Regulus. I'm letting you off with a warning. No more sleeping in class or passing notes. You should be more like your brother; he is so respectful.”

They stood in silence for a moment; it seemed as if Sirius’s presence had cast a spell on the teacher. “You are dismissed, Regulus.” Regulus swiftly left the room. As he passed his brother, he slipped a note into Sirius’s bag.

Later, back in his dorm, Regulus lay on his bed. “Sorry I got you into trouble,” Barty said, sitting on his own bed and fidgeting with his hands. “It's not your fault… and yes, I'm okay. Thanks for asking.” Guilt was evident on Barty's face; the way he picked at his nails made Regulus ache for his friend. “I really didn't mean to get you caught; I thought he would be facing away for a while.” Regulus looked up at him again. The room felt so big, and the distance between them seemed to grow larger as the silence stretched on.

Regulus sighed as he stood up and walked over to his friend. He extended his hand, and though Barty hesitated for a moment, he eventually took it. As Barty stood up, Regulus let go of his hand, not wanting to maintain contact for too long. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Regulus asked. Barty looked surprised for a moment before breaking into a grin and slipping into his jacket. As Regulus and Barty stepped outside the dormitory, As they stepped outside, the cool air enveloped them in a refreshing caress, reminiscent of a soft, reassuring embrace that sought to wash away the accumulated staleness of confinement, inviting them to breathe deeply and reclaim a sense of freedom amidst the verdant landscape, a welcome change from the stuffy atmosphere inside. Regulus took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of freshly cut grass and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers that adorned the grounds. He often sought solace in these quiet moments, where the world felt a little less chaotic.

Barty walked beside him, a bounce in his step but a hint of uncertainty in his demeanor. “So, um, that was kind of awkward back in class, wasn’t it?” he said, his voice a mix of anxious energy and a hint of embarrassment. “I didn’t think the professor would get that mad.” He glanced sideways at Regulus, eyes wide. “I thought he was going to blow a gasket!” Regulus smiled softly, shaking his head. “He definitely was upset, but it’s over now. No point dwelling on it.” His steady tone was meant to keep the mood light and focused away from the previous chaos.

Barty scratched his head, a sheepish smile creeping onto his face. “Yeah, I guess. Still, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble. I just thought maybe you’d catch the ball without any issues.” He kicked at the ground, the grass rustling underfoot as he filled the silence. “No harm done,” Regulus replied, amused. He appreciated Barty's candidness, the way he wore his emotions openly. It was one of the qualities that made their friendship feel genuine. “Just try to be a little more discreet next time,” he added lightly.

Barty’s grin returned, but this time it was softer. “Alright, I’ll try,” he promised, looking around as if suddenly aware of the beauty around them. “But you have to admit, it was kind of funny how he freaked out.”The corner of Regulus’s mouth turned upward, feeling the tension in his friend ease. “It was a little amusing, I’ll give you that.”

Barty straightened up a bit, his earlier pride replaced by a more thoughtful attitude. “I mean, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I hate seeing you all quiet.” He paused and glanced at Regulus, his tone sincere. “I get that you prefer to keep things calm, but it's okay to let loose sometimes.” Regulus looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye .“ Barty, I'm always quiet. Barty laughed loudly. Barty had a very distinct laugh; it was like a hyena.

As they moved along the path, Barty picked up a small stick, twirling it between his fingers absentmindedly. “Wish I could be as chill as you,” he admitted, his tone lighter but more sincere. “Maybe then I wouldn’t mess up so much.”Regulus looked over, a gentle smile on his face. “You don’t need to change who you are, Barty. ” There was a lightness in the air, a comfort found in their shared companionship. Barty met Regulus’s gaze, a grateful smile spreading across his face. “Thanks, Reg. You always know how to make things seem a little less... chaotic.”

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“PRONGS! I'm back!” Sirius yelled as he stepped into the dormitory. This place had become his true home over the years—more of a home than his actual house.

The Gryffindor dorm room had a cozy, lived-in feel, filled with elements reflecting the vibrant personalities of its inhabitants. The walls were painted a deep red and decorated with posters of famous athletes and inspiring quotes, creating a sense of motivation and camaraderie. String lights hung along the edges of the ceiling, casting a soft glow that made the room inviting, especially during late-night study sessions.

Four twin beds were thoughtfully arranged throughout the space, each covered with colorful bedding—mostly red and yellow—that added a cheerful touch to the room. The headboards had small shelves lined with personal items: books, framed photos of friends and family, and knick-knacks collected during various adventures.

A large, plush area rug lay in the center of the room, providing a comfy space for lounging. In the middle, a well-worn coffee table was cluttered with textbooks, notebooks, and snacks—mainly chips and cookies. This table served as the gathering spot for group study sessions and brainstorming for school projects.

The air in the room carried a mix of scents from half-finished assignments and the faint hint of freshly brewed coffee or tea. A couple of potted plants on the windowsill added touches of greenery, softening the space and making it feel homey—even though they were probably dying.

The dorm felt vibrant and animated, often filled with laughter, debates over the latest music, and discussions about upcoming sports events. It was a refuge where friendships blossomed, secrets were shared, and countless memories were created, encapsulating the spirit of youthful energy and togetherness.

“James?” Sirius looked around the seemingly empty room. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom and marched over to the door. “Jamesss! Is that youuuu?” he yelled through the door. He heard the thick door muffled its thick door. He wiggled the doorknob and found it unlocked. As he opened the door, he waved his hand in front of his face; the room was filled with steam from the hot water. “What did you say, Prongs? I couldn't hear you.”

Suddenly, a head poked out from behind the curtain…but it wasn’t James. “Sirius, I know you and James have no boundaries, but I need you to get out,” Remus said. His hair was slicked back, and droplets of water rolled down his scarred cheeks, glistening like tiny jewels in the dim light. “Sirius? Were you going to leave?” Remus asked, looking slightly annoyed.

Sirius snapped out of his Remus-induced trance and replied, “Yup, yup, yup. Sorry!” With that, he sprinted out of the room.

As he closed the door behind him, he slumped against it. He could feel his face heating and ran to a mirror, finding his face red and the color spreading down his neck. The consequence of having perfect Black family genes was that he had perfect pale skin, making a blush very obvious.

Sirius sighed heavily as he heard the door creak open, breaking the silence of the dimly lit room. He quickly sat up in his bed, a tangle of sheets around him, and peeked through the heavy curtains that draped around his makeshift sleeping area. A thick cloud of steam billowed out from the bathroom, curling and swirling in the cool air, as if the warmth had been trapped inside and was now eagerly escaping into the space around him.

Through the mist, he could see Remus stepping out of the bathroom, a soft, white towel wrapped snugly around his waist, clinging to his bony hips. Sirius couldn’t help but admire the way the towel accentuated Remus's lean physique, the damp strands of his hair falling haphazardly over his forehead. For a brief moment, Sirius watched intently as Remus turned his back to him and began to dress, the delicate motions of pulling on his clothes showcasing the quiet grace of his friend.

“Sorry about earlier. I really thought you were James,” Sirius called out, breaking the spell of the moment. Remus jumped slightly, startled by the sudden sound. He turned around quickly, his eyes wide with surprise as he finally registered that Sirius was still there, watching him with a mixture of apology and genuine interest.

“No, it's okay. I should have locked the door,” Remus replied.

They sat in silence for a moment before James walked into the dorm.

“Hey, lads,” he said, but his expression quickly shifted to one of concern. “Why is it so quiet?” James looked around the dorm, searching for the source of the awkward tension in the room.

“Oh, James,” Sirius exclaimed as he jumped up. “Oh, nothing happened. I just accidentally walked in on Moony showering... but I meant to talk to you!” James looked at Sirius blankly before glancing over at Remus. “Um… yeah, sure, buddy. What's up?”

Remus started to get up to leave. “You—you don't need to go if you don’t want to. I mean, you can if you want, of course, but I’ll just be ranting, and I don’t know if you want to hear all of that—” “Sirius!” Remus sat back down on his bed, cutting Sirius off. “It’s fine; I want to listen.”
Sirius paused for a moment, a blush creeping up his neck. “Sirius!” James clapped his hands, snapping Sirius out of his haze. “Right! So what I needed to tell you is how I practically saved Regulus from Professor Flitwick!” James and Remus exchanged a glance and nodded at Sirius to continue.

“So there I was, walking down to my Drama class, when I noticed a crowd around Flitwick’s door! Naturally, I took a peek inside and saw Professor Flitwick, red with rage, and my brother in the back looking sheepish.”

The boys listened intently as Sirius explained what happened. “Then he walked past me without saying a word, but instead, he slipped a note into my bag—what a sneaky bastard! ARGHHH”

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“The note reads,” Sirius was saying.

“Dear Sirius O.B.,

I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge your enthusiastic attempts to assist me in Mr. Flitwick's class today. It’s truly thoughtful of you to jump in and offer your help, even when it may not have been necessary. Your eagerness to save the day is certainly something to admire.

That said, I think it's worth mentioning that I am more than capable of managing my own problems. I appreciate the sentiment behind your actions, but it would be best if you allowed me to handle things on my own from now on. Surely, you wouldn’t want to be perceived as overly eager to help someone who clearly doesn’t require it. If you happen to notice me facing any challenges in the future, I kindly ask that you refrain from intervening and let me resolve them independently, just as others do without making any fuss. I trust you can respect my wishes, as I'm sure that will be for the best.

Thank you for your understanding.

Regards,
R.A.B.”

The room fell silent as Sirius paced back and forth. His movements were restless, each step crackling with tension, like thunder rumbling before a storm. Anxieties swirled around him, hinting at a tempest of emotions ready to erupt. “How dare he?! Right?! I mean, I helped him without even making it obvious! He was probably going to get detention if that happened, and Fa—” he caught himself, his breath hitching momentarily as the weight of the unspoken words threatened to spill out. He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the charged atmosphere, and continued his rant, “Orion would be pissed!”

Though his voice was meant to convey anger, a quaver of sadness crept in, betraying his fear for his younger brother. Sirius had always felt the immense pressure of being the older sibling, the protector. To him, Regulus was not just his brother; he was a fragile beacon of hope amidst the chaos of their family name and legacy.

The others exchanged glances before approaching Sirius slowly, as if he were a frightened animal that might lash out at any moment. Remus, with his steady calm, was the first to step forward. “Sirius, we understand you’re upset. But you need to take a breath and think this through.”

His face was bright with anger, and he kept glancing back at the letter in his hand as if it contained answers he desperately sought. The ink-smudged and crumpled paper felt heavy with the emotions he didn't know how to express. “Pads… can you take a seat?” James gestured to the chair in the corner, hoping to anchor his friend somewhere solid.

James hovered cautiously, worry etched in his features. “We’re here for you, mate. Just let it out.”

Sirius felt the tide of emotions rising in him, a mixture of hurt and defensive wrath swirling together. “He doesn’t understand!” he snapped, the words tumbling out. “After everything we’ve been through, everything I’ve done to protect him… he just goes and does something reckless. Does he think he’s invincible?” The words hung heavy in the air, each one weighted with the echoes of their family’s history — years of expectations, of rebellion, and the burden of their last name.

Sirius paused for a moment, his breath short, and agitation simmering just below the surface. “Regulus doesn't realize what could happen if he keeps throwing himself into these situations. What if he gets hurt? What if he—” His voice faltered for a moment, grappling with the heaviness of the possibilities he feared to imagine.

Remus moved closer, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to worry, but you can’t fight his battles for him. You’ve done your part by being there.” The words were gentle, meant to soothe the storm within Sirius, but they only partially eased his turmoil.

“Maybe,” Sirius murmured, almost to himself, “but I can’t help feeling like I’ve failed him. This isn’t just about a letter or a detention; it’s about keeping him safe.” As the heat of his anger cooled, it left behind a despair he hadn’t acknowledged, and for a moment, vulnerability flickered across his expression.

“We’ll figure this out together,” James chimed in, trying to boost the spirits in the room. “Let’s just talk it out, yeah? No one has to face this alone.”

Sirius finally stopped pacing, meeting their gazes with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. Deep down, he knew that this was about more than just his brother’s misstep; it was part of a pattern he couldn’t quite put his finger on — the struggle between freedom and safety, love and duty. His heart raced as he contemplated not just Orion’s choices, but the underlying currents of their friendship. Perhaps it was time to confront not only what was happening to his brother but also the fears that rattled inside him.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded slowly, “Okay. Let’s talk.”

Later, Peter walked into the dorm with a big grin on his face. “All right, lads? Well, thanks for asking, I’m great!” he announced, holding his head high and placing his hand over his heart. When he received no response, he looked around and noticed that all of his friends were asleep on Sirius's bed. Sirius was curled up in a ball, with James spooning his back.

This was a familiar sight, but what was new was that Remus was also sleeping there. He was face-to-face with Sirius, their legs tangled together, and Sirius was clinging to Remus's arm as if it were a lifeline. as if it were a lifeline.

Peter sighed as he walked over to the boys and carefully removed their shoes. He untied Sirius's boots and slipped them off, then did the same for the other two, whose shoes were much looser and easier to take off. After slipping off his own shoes, he climbed in next to them. He sat quietly for a few minutes, contemplating how they would graduate soon and likely never have the chance to do this again in adulthood. With another sigh, he lay down next to James, being mindful that Remus was a very light sleeper.

As he drifted off to sleep, a smile crossed his face as he thought about all the fun they had shared. Suddenly, an amazing idea for an end-of-semester prank struck him. He reached for a notepad and began to write. After jotting down his thoughts, he placed the note on the blanket above him and fell asleep. The note contained just three words: chicken, pockets, and hotdog. As he drifted off to sleep, a smile spread across his face, filled with fond memories of all the fun times he had enjoyed with his friends throughout the semester. Laughter echoed in his mind as he replayed the joyful moments they shared, from late-night study sessions to spontaneous adventures around campus. Suddenly, a brilliant idea for an end-of-semester prank popped into his head, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Excited by his newfound inspiration, he reached for a notepad on his bedside table. With a sense of purpose, he began to scribble down his thoughts, carefully crafting the details of his elaborate prank. The more he wrote, the more the idea took shape in his mind. After getting everything down, he paused for a moment, satisfied with his creativity.

He then placed the note on the blanket above him, ensuring he would remember the prank in the morning. The note contained just three seemingly random words: chicken, pockets, and hotdog. Yet, in his mind, these words held the promise of a hilarious prank that would leave his friends in stitches. With a contented sigh, he settled into his pillow, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, eager for the excitement that tomorrow would bring.

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“Today, we are going to discuss the production we are working on,” their theater teacher said. “We will be presenting the play ‘Julius Ceaser’. This is a tragedy that addresses some somber topics. It’s important that we approach the story with respect.
Sirius was focused on her speech until she mentioned, "We will be working with the other classes as well, due to this being a large production." There were four drama classes: one that included Sirius and Marlene, another with Peter, Remus, and Regulus's friend Evan Rosier, a third class with James, Regulus, and Lily, and finally, a class with Dorcas, Barty, and Mary., and lastly, one with Dorcas, Barty, and Mary.

The thing is, Sirius loves it when he can work with his friend on things he loves. But… the fact that this means he will be working with his brother and some of his friends as well… not good. Of course, other people in the class would be fun to work with. Those are just the people who have space in Sirius’s mind.
“We will kick off auditions next Monday after school. There will be group auditions held on both Monday and Tuesday, followed by solo auditions on Wednesday. You don’t need to attend both group auditions, but please be sure to make it to at least one, along with the group auditions.”

Sirius glanced at his calendar, remembering that he had dinner plans with his cousin, Andromeda, on Wednesday. He made a mental note to call her later to reschedule.

“The audition includes a monologue of your choosing, preferably something more solemn. The lead role is Ceaser, and there are many other roles. There will also be a couple of peasants that you can be cast as if you wish. We will go into more depth about these characters and the play in our next class.

Sirius raised his hand. "Ma'am?" She nodded at him, signaling for him to continue.

“Can guys audition for female roles? I would love to play Calpurnia, but I'm not sure I can.”

She paused for a moment before responding. “Instead of auditioning for specific roles, I would like you to present your monologue first. After that, we’ll decide which parts suit you best. To address your question, yes, some people may be cast in roles traditionally associated with a different gender. If this makes anyone uncomfortable, please let me know, and I will consider it during casting.” She directed the last part to the entire class.

She walked around the room, handing out a packet. These papers had more information about the play, as well as monologues you can use if you want. Of course, you can choose a different monologue, but if you prefer, you can use the provided lines. This choice will not affect your chances of getting a role; just do what feels right for you.”
The rest of the class was spent reviewing the packet. Marlene was highlighting various sections of the papers, making sure not to forget any important information. “Do you think I should highlight everything for all the roles? I mean, I don’t know who I’m going to get cast as… I don’t even know if I’m going to get cast at all.” She gasped loudly for emphasis. “WHAT IF I DON’T GET CAST AT ALL???” Ms. Glasgow glanced over, raising an eyebrow at her. “Sorry…”

At the end of class, Marlene had gotten herself into a frenzy of over-preparing for auditions. “Do you want to go over our monologues together after lunch? I'm going to do a monologue from “Passion” by Brian De Palma and Natalie Carter.” Marlene looked at him like he was stupid.
“Are you stupid?” Well… he was right. “I can't practice with you, idiot?! You are the enemy now! Until auditions are over, you are not my classmate, not my friend, but my rival. Sirius looked at her with a blank expression before smirking. “Well then, McKinnon, why are you so desperate to talk to me?”
She looked flabbergasted. “What? Me? Desperate? Never!” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Well then… Bye.” He turned to leave, but Marlene grabbed his arm. “Sirius. Lunch?” Sirius grinned, and she grinned back. They walked off to lunch together. Laughing loudly and having fun.
Later, in the boys' dormitory, room number 1981, Sirius performed for his friends. "Okay, so this is a monologue from 'Passion' by Brian De Palma and Natalie Carter. Are you ready?" James was sitting on his bed next to Lily, while Remus leaned against the bed on the floor. Peter and his sister Lottie were lying on the floor next to each other.
“Wait, where is Mary?” Lily asked Lottie. “She was thinking of trying out for the play and decided to do the same as Marlene—hide from the competition.”
Sirius sighed. “Okay, is ANYONE else auditioning?” Everyone in front of him raised their hands. “Oh, okay then…” He began to count who had their hands up. “Potter, Evans, girl Pettigrew, and then there’s McKinnon and McDonald.” This meant that the only people not auditioning were Peter and Remus. “Well, you guys are still in Drama, so what are you doing?”
Peter started by saying, “Oh, I'm in the tech class and woodworking class, so I am helping with building and lighting.”
Remus nodded, “I'm in costuming, I’d rather sew than memorize lines.” Sirius could understand that. If he didn't get a part, he would be in costuming. Mary is doing the same.
“Ok, here I go.” Sirius began his performance, moving across the room with dread written all over his face. When he was done, it was like a switch was flipped. He stopped and bowed, grinning, “So… What do you think?” his friends gave him a few tips, and the others listened and nodded along to the tips.
“ I just think that this is kinda calm for you, and you, being you, are making it dramatic.” Peter was telling him, Sirius was taking notes, and responded, “I agree, this is a calm monologue. However, I am a dramatic person who needs a dramatic role. If Ms. Glasgow can see that I can make anything interesting, she won't give me a boring role.” Peter nodded at this and allowed the next person to comment.
“So…” Lily started, “I think that this was so cool and sounds great. But are you sure you want to do a monologue about killing your sibling? Not to rub salt in the wound, but you are the estranged brother, and your replacement is auditing as well, probably.” The room fell silent. Everyone knew it was true, but no one was brave enough to mention it. Sirius looked at her blankly before responding.
“I mean… I guess.” The others were glancing at each other. “Pads… It's ok if you want to perform this; it's excellent. But if you want… or need to change it, it's ok.”

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“Regulus?” Ms. Glasgow called, drawing his attention. “Yes, ma’am?” He met her gaze as she paused thoughtfully. “I would like you to audition. Of course, you don't have to, but I think you would make an amazing Brutus.” Regulus stared at her for a moment, surprised. “I’m honored you thought of me, but I think I’ll stick to costuming.” She nodded in understanding. “Of course, it’s up to you. But… I want you to think about it.”
“I need to get to my next class. Thank you, Ms. Glasgow.” Regulus stood up, grabbing his bag. “Have a great day, Mr. Black,” she added, waving him off as he left the room.
On his way to class, his friend Pandora walked by his side. She walked backwards, looking at Regulus and tilting her head. “... what's wrong?” Regulus looked at her blankly.” Pando-“ She stopped walking and stomped her foot. ”Don't even! Reg, I know you! Why are you so annoyed?” Pandora crossed her arms.” Regulus stopped too. “ Pandora, it's really nothing. Ms. Glasgow just wants me to audition for the play.”
This made Pandora's face light up. “Oh, Regulus! You should! You really, truly, should!!!” Regulus flinched at her loud voice. “Panda-” She turned to him, and he stopped speaking before changing his mind. “I'll audition, but I don't think I will get it.” Pandora jumped up and down in place and hugged him tightly.
“Oh, Regulus! This will be great!”
“Panda-” he punched out, as she was hugging him like a boa constrictor. “ Oh!” She let go, “Sorry… I forgot.” She looked a bit bashful
Regulus sighed, “ It's ok, but don't you need to go to class?” Pandora’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Yes! I get to go to Costuming! We are going to read the script and make notes of all the info mentioned important information for the costumes.” She started rambling as she walked towards the Drama hall.
As Regulus walked into class, he looked around to try to find Dorcas. Toward the back of the class, she sat by a window. She was writing in a journal when she looked up and smiled at him. “Hey Regulus, how are you?” She closed her book and put it away.
“Hey, Cas. I'm ok, how about you?” He asked as he sat down. “Oh, you know, I'm pretty good. I suppose you could even say I'm great,” she said, spinning in her chair. This was very strange to him as he turned to her and asked, “What?” She looked at him with a blank face, eyebrow raised.
“Oh yes, the great Regulus Black, artist with words, master of sad boy poetry, speaking with grace.” She smirked, mocking him. It was true. He was known for being very mature, especially with his expansive vocabulary abilities.
“Well, Meadows-” he was going to retort when the teacher spoke.
“Ok, Class! Quite down!” he fought for control over the classroom. Student voices vs. Mr. Falcon. He whistles loudly, causing the room to abruptly shut up. A few kids covered their ears or flinched, but some kept talking.
Everyone looked at the two girls in front. One girl was wiping her eyes while telling a story, “ But Alice said that she really-” the girl looked around the room at all the silent eyes on her before turning bright red. “I'll update you later.”
“Poor girl…” Dorcas sighed, looking at the girl. “That's Amelia. She is in her 11th year. She has been best friends with Alice Prewett since the 2nd year. I heard from Evan that she finally asked her out, but Alice said that she loves her, but loves her boyfriend more. That must hurt…”
“Ok, today we are going to start to read 'Julius Ceaser.” Regulus sighed, putting his head down. Dorcas raised her hand. Mr. Falcon nodded at her.” Sir, are we reading this because it is the play the Drama department is putting on? Or is it a coincidence?”
Falson thought for a second. I didn't know this was the fall play this year… Well, I guess you will just need to read it twice, Ms. Meadows.” Dorcas nodded and sat deeper in her seat, as she had sat up when raising her arm.
Regulus was focused on the teacher as he spoke about the story, passing out copies of the book. But if he had been focused on his friend, he could have seen her deep in thought, looking anxious.
“Do we have someone who wants to read as Flavius? You don't need to act it out, just read it when your lines come up.” No one raised their hand. “Ok, I'll be Flavius, but the rest of the roles will be students.”
He began to read “
Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a laboring day without the sign
Of your profession?—Speak, what trade art thou?”

He spoke in a sharp tone, causing Regulus’s muscles to tense for just a moment before he sat up straight and sighed. Dorcas rested her hand on his, a silent support.

“Ok, who is going to be the carpenter?” No one volunteered. There was a boy who was whispering to a friend towards the back left of the class. Mr. Falcon looked at the boy like his fate had been sealed, and in a way, it had been. “James.” JAMES? Regulus slowly turned to Dorcas, who had the same look on her face. “James,” they said at the same time.
“Sorry, sir, I was telling Peter here about the play.” Mr. Falcon looked unimpressed. “Would you like to be the carpenter, Mr. Potter?” James smiled. “Actually, sir, I was planning to be Brutus. Is that all right?” Falcon looked surprised. “ Yes, it is… Ah, yes, how about Mr. Pettecrew then?”
Peter looked like he would rather DIE than read to the class. “Can I go to the restroom, please?”

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boy Peter sat next to, his best friend, James, was struggling to suppress a laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly as he fought to maintain his composure. “Thank you, Peter. Now, who is going to play Marullus?”

A girl in the back raised her hand. Dorcas, he thinks? Marlene often describes her as if she were a Greek warrior defending their goddess. She wore the school uniform: a plaid skirt, neatly pressed but adorned with safety pins decorating the sides, and a short-sleeved button-up shirt with an anarchy symbol boldly painted on a pocket. Her style always seemed to provoke mixed reactions from the students and teachers alike.

“Hm, Miss Meadows? Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to be Calpurnia instead?” Mr. Falcon’s voice was smooth, yet Peter sensed an underlying tension.

Dorcas’s face hardened at the suggestion, and she began to read, her voice strong and clear:
“Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?—
You, sir, what trade are you?”

Taking a breath, she asked, “Sir, I hope this does not offend you, but why would you assume I should be Calpurnia?” Her expression was like stone, unwavering as she challenged him about why she couldn't portray Marullus. Peter admired her bravery; Dorcas’s ability to stand up for herself was something he deeply respected, even if it sometimes led her into conflict.

“Well, ma’am… I’m sorry if you took it the wrong way,” Mr. Falcon replied, his tone softening slightly. “But you just seem like someone who would prefer that role. If you would like to continue this discussion, we can talk after class,” he added, moving on with a sigh, signaling that he preferred to focus on the lesson.

“Now, who would like to read the part of the cobbler?” Mr. Falcon continued, pulling the class back to the play.

Peter was shocked by Dorcas. She was amazing. She had stood up for herself, even though it meant challenging her teacher, and he found himself feeling a swell of pride for her. James looked at him and nodded appreciatively. Another girl in the front, Emmeline, began to read.

“Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman,
I am, but as you would say, a cobbler.”

Mr. Falcon smiled at her enthusiasm. “Ah, yes, thank you, Emmeline.”

The classroom atmosphere shifted slightly, as Dorcas’s resolve seemed to provoke different reactions. “But what trade art thou? Answer me directly,” Dorcas continued her part, her voice confident. Falcon still seemed irritated with her, but Peter couldn’t help but wonder why it was acceptable for Emmeline to read a male role but not for Dorcas. Maybe it was the nature of Marullus’s character, which held more authority and prominence.

Or maybe it's because she's black…

“A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles,” Emmeline read on, her focus unwavering. Falcon responded with his line, and the scene flowed smoothly, despite the tensions lingering in the room.

When it was Dorcas’s turn to read again, she opened her mouth, ready to continue, her passion fueling her words.

“Oh, look at the time!” Mr. Falcon suddenly interrupted, glancing at his watch, anxious to shift the attention away from Dorcas. “There are only ten minutes left in class. How about we take a trip outside and touch some grass, as the kids say?” He smiled, but Peter noticed the faint pulsing vein visible on his forehead—a sure sign that he was concealing more than just annoyance.

Peter frowned and turned to James, who was already looking at him, with a shared understanding between them. “Why is he so upset with Dorcas reading?”

“I have no idea… but to be honest, I want to go outside. Is that bad?” Peter replied, keeping his voice low to avoid drawing Mr. Falcon’s ire. James sighed at his words, though he seemed torn between the desire to take a break and the clear injustice they had just witnessed.

Dorcas stood up, her voice loud and unwavering in the suddenly tense air. “Sir, would it be alright for the students who would rather continue working to stay in while others go outside? I would like to keep reading, but could also do other classwork if you do not want people reading ahead.” She knew her request was reasonable, wanting to accommodate everyone’s learning styles, but it felt like a gamble against Mr. Falcon’s authority.

Mr. Falcon paused in the doorway as most of the class stopped behind him to see how he would respond. “No,” he said curtly, his voice clipped, before walking out with an air of finality.

Peter glanced back at Dorcas, sitting next to a boy with black curls. He looked a bit like Sirius but with shorter hair and a well-pressed uniform. The boy caught him staring, and Peter looked away fast, feeling a flutter of embarrassment. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the boy's striking blue-gray eyes, which seemed to hold stories of their own before Peter turned away.

A sudden realization hit him.

“James…” he whispered, his mind racing. James paused, his attention drawn back. “Yeah?” Peter turned toward him, urgency in his tone. “Did you know Regulus was in this class?”

James gave him a confused look. “Regulus? Yeah, I’ve seen him a couple of times. He always sits with Meadows in the back.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Peter couldn’t hide the incredulity in his voice. Regulus Black was someone he had only heard whispers about—someone who was part of the elite crowd yet seemed to blend into the background here.

“Everyone, get up!” Mr. Falcon suddenly called out, his voice louder than before. About twelve kids were already at the door, waiting for the rest to exit. A few more stood up, but around six remained seated, watching him intently. “I said everyone.” He rubbed his temples, clearly suffering from an oncoming headache, irritation radiating off him like heat from the pavement on a sunny day.

“Sir…” called out Amelia, who was still sniffling, clearly upset. “Can I please stay inside?” She looked up at Mr. Falcon, seeking sympathy.

Falcon looked at her with both sympathy and annoyance. “Yes, of course, Miss Bones.” This sparked a flurry of reactions from the other students—“If she gets to stay in, can I?” “Wait, why can she stay in?”

Chaos erupted as various voices clashed, each student clamoring to voice their opinions, frustrated that Amelia got a pass while they were condemned to the outside.

Falcon threw his hands up in exasperation and whistled loudly. The classroom fell silent, an eerie calm settling over the children. “Where’s the respect?” He glared at the class, his patience wearing thin.

“Sir, why should everyone have to go outside if some would rather use this time to work?” Dorcas stood her ground, determination radiating from her. Peter admired her once more, wishing he had her confidence.

Falcon replied in a tone laced with authority, “Because, Miss Meadows, you all need supervision. If I’m keeping watch over those outside, who will watch the ones inside?”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Alice’s head peeked in, curiosity mixed with concern. James called out, “Oh, hey, Alice.” He noticed the troubled look on her face. “Is something wrong?” She seemed to realize he was talking to her, blinking repeatedly in a daze before mumbling, “Umm… Yeah, I’m okay. Mr. Falcon, could I borrow Amelia?”

Amelia tried to hide her tear-stained face from Alice, who looked worried for her friend. “I’m afraid not, Miss Prewett. We are currently in class. Can it wait?” Falcon responded, clearly irritated by the interruption, the weight of his responsibilities obviously taking its toll.

Dorcas’s eyes flashed with defiance as she considered the unfolding scene. Peter’s heart raced as he felt the tension in the room, an unspoken battle between the students’ desires and the authority of their teacher. Here they were, trapped in a situation that seemed more complicated than a simple reading class.

Yet, underneath the surface, it was a stark representation of the challenges they all faced—pushing for recognition and equality in a world that often seemed stacked against them

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James smiled as he glanced at Sirius, his laughter mixing with the vibrant notes floating through the room. “Your singing could use a little work, you know,” he teased, folding a shirt with exaggerated precision. He was folding laundry in his bed, Sirius lying next to him, singing off-pitch songs. Sirius shot him a playful glare, his scruffy hair bobbing with each motion as he sang louder, clearly relishing the moment.

“Just wait until I hit the high notes,” Sirius replied, his expression dramatic. The cozy space was filled with warmth, a mix of sunlight pouring through the windows and the soft hum of music. James looked around, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him—this was their sanctuary, a place where worries fell away like loose threads from the laundry.

Suddenly, Sirius leaped off the bed, striking a comical pose as if ready to take center stage. “What do you say to an encore, my loyal audience?”

Remus strode into the room. James chuckled, glancing over at Remus as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed with an amused smirk. “Well, I’d like to think I am,” he shot back playfully, gesturing dramatically toward Sirius, “but considering you’re the one who just walked in, I’d say you’re the real judge here.”

Sirius, not missing a beat, struck another exaggerated pose, one hand on his hip and the other gesturing toward Remus. “Ah, the critic has arrived! What will your review be, dear Remus? A hit or a miss?”

Remus rolled his eyes, but the sparkle in his gaze contradicted his casual demeanor. “I think we all know you could earn a few lessons before you get your big break, Padfoot.”

“Lessons? Who needs lessons when you have charm and charisma?” Sirius shot back with a playful wink before launching into a mock impromptu serenade.

James laughed, shaking his head. It was moments like this that made everything else fade away. The world outside could be chaotic, but here, in this cozy haven, laughter and camaraderie reigned supreme.

“Maybe we should take the show on the road,” James suggested, folding another shirt and trying to suppress his laughter. “We could be the next big band!”

“Only if you promise to keep your day job,” Remus quipped, earning a playful nudge from Sirius as he continued his musical antics.

As if sensing the good humor in the room, the sun shifted slightly, casting a warm glow around them, accentuating the carefree atmosphere. James paused for a moment, watching his friends, a deep sense of gratitude welling up inside him. This was what life was meant to be—lighthearted, filled with friends, and laughter.

“Alright, alright, let’s wrap this up,” Remus said with mock authority, stepping into the room fully. “If you’re really planning to perform, we’ll need to work on your set list. Do you even have one?”

Sirius feigned shock, pressing a hand to his heart dramatically. “How dare you question my artistry? The only set we need is one that’s filled with pure passion!”

James couldn’t hold back his laughter, caught up in the infectious silliness of his friends. “Then let’s get to it, oh passionate one! What are we waiting for? Stage your encore!”

With a flourish and an exaggerated bow, Sirius began to “sing” again, the three of them joking and laughing, lost in their own world where the worries of the outside faded into nothing., “Who is a loyal audience?”

They were going to have a party tonight. Secret, of course, but a party nonetheless. Sirius always ended up singing on a table one way or another when they went to or hosted parties.

As Sirius continued his theatrical performance, James couldn’t help but join in, strumming an imaginary guitar, his imaginary riffs adding to the absurdity of the moment. “And I, the world-famous guitarist, will play the notes of your heart!” he announced with a flourish, casting a meaningful glance at their friend Remus, who was chuckling from the corner, trying to stifle the laughter that threatened to escape.

Remus, ever the voice of reason but unable to resist the energy around him, raised an eyebrow. “Just don't break anything. We don’t want a repeat of last month’s debacle.”

Sirius paused, mock horror spreading across his face. “That was an accidental masterpiece! Besides, this is art, my dear Remus. Sometimes you have to risk a little destruction for the sake of expression!”

“True, true,” Remus conceded, his smile widening as he watched his friends lose themselves in the moment. “But let’s keep destruction limited to the stage tonight. We have enough chaos waiting for us at the party.”

“Ah, yes, the party!” James exclaimed, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Do we have everything we need? I’ve got the sweets stashed away, and I think Mary promised to bring the drinks.”

“And I’ve got the music,” Sirius said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ll create the vibe, Liaison of Ambience that I am!”

With a decisive nod, the three began to prepare for the night ahead.

As they prepared, Peter walked in and joined the decorating.

They gathered decorations, strung up fairy lights, and arranged snacks on tables(that were moved to the outer ring of the room).

Laughter filled the air as they reminisced about the last party, recounting the moments when things went hilariously wrong yet somehow made the night even more memorable.

They began to tell stories of other parties. “And when James woke up with a tattoo? That was quite the Halloween!” Peter had said that before James lifted his shirt to show the tattoo of deer antlers on his left side.

As the hours passed and twilight began to wrap the world outside in soft shadows, their party was ready to unfold. Friends started arriving, their faces lit up with excitement. The music flowed, the rhythm of life pulsing through the room.

The small dorm filled fast with all of their friends, as well as all the others who had heard of the party. Due to the dorm system, there were 4 large buildings with dorms as well as a few other buildings for people with special circumstances.

The buildings became like teams; the main four being Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. They were in Gryfindor.

Most of the kids at the party were in Gryfindor along with them, but there were a few others here. Sirius had seen 4 Ravenclaws, 3 Slytherins, and a few scattered Hufflepuffs.

As predicted, it wasn’t long before Sirius found himself atop a table, arms flung wide, ready for his encore. “Ladies and gentlemen! Prepare yourselves for the one and only, Sirius Black!” he declared, eliciting cheers and laughter from the crowd.

With a playful wink, he began to “sing” a mashup of ridiculous lyrics about friendship and the joys of celebration. James joined him, and soon Remus was swept up too, their harmonies a delightful cacophony that matched the lively energy surrounding them.

In that moment, surrounded by friends, laughter, and music, they all knew they’d created something magical. The worries of the outside world faded away again, replaced by the warmth of camaraderie and the beauty of shared joy.

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As the party continued to grow in size, the laughter and music seemed to spill out into the hallways. Conversations mingled, and soon everyone was sharing their best party stories and playfully boasting about their respective houses.

“Gryfindor is known for courage, but can they handle the dance floor?” shouted Lily, her voice rising above the booming bass, as she tossed her hair back with a grin. The Gryffindor side cheered, bumping fists in solidarity, while the Slytherins smirked, ready to challenge the athletic prowess of their rival house.

Darting to the center of the room, James grabbed a drink and raised it high. “To a night of unforgettable memories!” he declared, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. The room erupted in cheers, cups clinking together in celebration. The lights dimmed further, shifting to bright colors that pulsed with the beat of the music, adding to the electric atmosphere.

As more bodies filled the small space, the energy became palpable. Peter and his girlfriend, May, took over the makeshift dance floor, showing off their moves, while others joined in, creating a swirling mass of laughter and dance. Meanwhile, a few friends gathered around the snack table, debating the best party food.

“Pizza always wins,” James insisted, grabbing a slice and giving everyone a thumbs-up. “But I can’t believe we forgot the cupcakes!”

“Oh, come on! We can’t get everything right,” Mary laughed, nudging him.

As the night wore on, the stories shifted from past parties to wild dreams about the future. Plans were made, friendships strengthened, and bonds deepened in the warmth of camaraderie.

Outside, the world faded away, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. In this dorm filled with laughter, music, and lights, they were all part of something bigger—a night to remember within their shared university experience.

Later, they sat in a circle with an empty bottle in front of them. The circle was built for whoever wanted to play a game. James, Peter, Sirius, Marlene, Mary, and a Slytherin boy named Barty all joined in automatically, but a few others needed some convincing.

“Moonyyyyy,” Sirius whined. No one could say no to him for long. “ No, Sirius. I'm just going to watch.” Sirius pouted and pulled on his arm again. “ Please…” Everyone knew Sirius wasn't being sincere, especially Remus. But…

Remus turned his head to where Lily was in a similar fight with Mary. Lily was always the designated driver of the party, even though everyone lived on campus. He heard her saying, “Mary, I will only play if Remus joins, we all know he won't tho.”

“I'll play.” Remus turned back to Sirius, who was already smirking, knowing he would cave.

As they sat in a circle, more people joined in, making the circle quite large, though many others were still mingling at the party.

“Okay, I’ll go first!” Mary shouted over the noise. She reached out and spun the bottle. Everyone watched as it whirled around and around. The bottle slowed and eventually stopped, pointing at a Ravenclaw girl. “Emmaline… What are you doing here?” Mary looked shocked for a moment before breaking into a grin.

“Hey, Mary, I think we’re meant to kiss,” Emmaline said, smirking at the other girl before leaning forward. Mary’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she realized the implication of Emmaline’s words. The circle erupted into laughter and playful teasing, while several people leaned in to get a better view of the unfolding moment.

“Come on, don’t leave us hanging!” shouted Peter from the back, egging them on.

Emmaline narrowed her eyes mischievously. “What’s the matter, Mary? Afraid you might enjoy it?” she teased, inching closer.

Caught off guard, Mary could only shake her head, laughter bubbling up despite her embarrassment. “Okay, okay! Just one peck!” She leaned in, a mix of nerves and excitement in her stomach.

The two girls shared a quick, innocent kiss that sent a ripple of cheers and playful whoops around the circle. Mary pulled away, laughing nervously, while Emmaline wore a triumphant smirk.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Emmaline exclaimed, looking around at the group that was clearly more energized now. “Next!”

With the bottle back in its place, more spins followed, and the atmosphere became livelier as secrets and dares were exchanged, deepening friendships and igniting new connections. The party continued, filled with laughter and surprises, all thanks to a simple game that brought everyone together.

Remus had never seen Mary so shy.

As the laughter and playful teasing from the circle continued, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Remus felt a mix of playfulness and daring as the game went on. After all, it was just a game, right?

Sirius, in his usual enthusiastic manner, reached for the bottle and gave it a confident spin. The other partygoers leaned in, eager for the outcome. Remus couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anticipation. Perhaps it was the energy of the night or the intoxicating mix of friendly competition, but he felt daring.

As the bottle’s rotation slowed, it darted back and forth before finally settling with its neck aimed directly at Remus.

“Who would’ve thought it would be you again, Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, a wicked smile spreading across his face, eyes dancing with mischief. The cheers and playful jeers erupted from their friends, egging them on and creating an electric atmosphere.

“What’s it going to be this time, Remus?” Sirius leaned closer, his tone teasing and inviting. Remus felt his heart race—not just from the surprise of the spin but from the sheer audacity of the moment.

“Alright, alright,” Remus said, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him. “Let’s give them something to talk about.”

The circle fell into a hush, all eyes on them, as Remus leaned in toward Sirius, who wore a cocky grin, clearly relishing the moment. In that split second, the world around them faded, and it didn’t matter that they were the center of attention.

Their lips met in a quick, surprising kiss—one filled with the thrill of the unexpected. It was nothing more than a playful gesture, yet it created a ripple of reactions around the circle. Laughter erupted, but the energy between them felt different, charged with an unspoken understanding.

As they pulled back, Sirius couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh. “Not bad, Moony!” he declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who knew you had it in you?”

Remus felt his face flush with warmth, partly from the kiss and partly from the exhilaration of breaking the norm. The teasing from their friends filled the air, making the moment even more comical.

Mary, still giggling, chimed in, “Well, it looks like we’ve found a new dynamic duo! Should we start calling you two “Wolfstar’?”

People laughed at that, but someone asked about the background of the ship's name.

“Well, you see,” Sirius started. “I am named after the star, Sirius. And we call Remus, Moony, because sometimes he will just stare at the moon like there is no one else in the world. Like a wolf. Therefore, Wolf-star.”

Sirius smirked and draped his arm over Remus’s shoulder. “I like the sound of that!” he said, laughing.

Remus shook his head, smiling despite himself. “Let’s not get carried away,” he replied, but couldn't hide the grin on his face. The atmosphere was filled with jubilant chaos, and the kiss—though light-hearted—had shifted something between them, adding a new layer to their friendship.

As the game continued, both Remus and Sirius found themselves glancing at each other more often, laughter still bubbling between them. The camaraderie was a little closer, the teasing a little more pointed, and the connections even deeper.

That night was one for the books. A night filled with laughter, challenges, and those daring, unexpected moments that would linger in their memories—not just for the game of spin the bottle, but for the friendship and bonds that it strengthened in a way they had never anticipated.

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“Come on, Reg! It's just one party! Just this once!” Barty pleaded on his knees, trying to convince Regulus to join in the festivities of a random Gryffindor party. Regulus sat on his bed with a book in his lap, his brow furrowed in concentration as he referenced his homework. “No, Barty. I don't want to go. There isn’t even a holiday to celebrate; they’re just making an excuse to drink.”

Evan, sitting next to Barty, was putting in his earrings—hoops in his lobes and spikes on the tops of his ears. Barty had a similar arrangement, but he also sported an industrial piercing and a rook, which made him look much more rebellious than Regulus felt at the moment. “You know… your ears look very bare, Reggie,” Evan sighed, glancing at Regulus with a mixture of pity and encouragement. He had wanted to pierce Regulus forever, dreaming of a way to add a touch of edge to his friend’s otherwise polished appearance.

Regulus flopped back onto his bed, feeling fatigued by their persistent pleading.

“Alright, alright. We’re going, but we’d really love to see you there,” Barty finally relented, the sincerity in his eyes softening his resistance.

As the door shut behind Barty and Evan, Regulus sat up and returned to his book, his mind drifting back to psychology. Every few moments, he would pause to jot down notes on a piece of parchment, focusing intently on his assignments. “Where is the Wernicke Area…” he mused aloud, scratching his head in thought.

After a while, however, he became acutely aware of the silence in his room. He had become so accustomed to the cluttered sounds of his lively friends that he now felt uncomfortable working in such stillness. He sighed loudly, breaking the quiet; no one could hear him anyway.

Standing up, he stretched his arms above his head and meandered to his dresser, searching for something suitable to wear. He picked out a black button-up shirt and slacks, both of which seemed safe yet stylish enough to pass amidst the Gryffindor crowd. After putting them on and ensuring they were wrinkle-free, he made his way to the mirror. There, he noticed a tube of eyeliner left behind by Barty…

Well, why not?!

He picked it up and applied a subtle line to his eyes, feeling a rush of excitement and a hint of anxiousness as he attempted something new. But his hands were unsteady; he barely saw through the tears filling his eyes after accidentally poking himself.

Rinsing his eyes out in the bathroom, he returned to the mirror and observed the water dripping down his face, an unexpected but oddly empowering sight. It only filled him with more determination—he would not shy away from this experience.

After many minutes of trial and error—applying, rinsing, and starting over—he finally managed to apply the eyeliner more proficiently. It gave his eyes a defined look that he found surprising. He slipped on the least posh-looking shoes he owned, knowing he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, and glanced at the collection of earrings on Evan's shelf. He hesitated, but decided against adding anything more to his appearance. Nope, he thought—he had tried enough new things already for one night.

Feeling a mix of urgency and apprehension, Regulus marched out of the dorm, trying to exude confidence with every step. However, as he made his way to the Gryffindor building, his confidence began to fade, replaced by a nervous flutter in his stomach. What if he didn’t fit in? What if he embarrassed himself?

He opened the door softly, and a wave of sound engulfed him. Music thumped through the air, and the bright colors of the decorations spun around him like a whirlwind. People were everywhere, crowding him from all sides. Bowie’s distinctive voice blared through the chaos, drawing attention as many voices joined in a raucous chorus.

“Star man!!! Waitin' in the sky! He'd like to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow our minds! There's a starman waitin' in the sky. He's told us not to blow it 'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile!” People screamed the lyrics along with a boy standing on a table, exuding charisma and energy.

Sirius.

Of course, he would be on a table! Regulus felt the world around him blur as his gaze fell on his brother. Sirius was the life of the party, commanding the attention of everyone in the room with his disarming smile and infectious laughter. Regulus's stomach twisted with a mix of admiration and jealousy. This was his brother’s party.

Regulus stuck to the edge of the crowd, hoping to find Barty and Evan amidst the throng of revelers. He maneuvered through clusters of laughing classmates and rhythmic dancing, his heart pounding louder than the music. All around him, people were letting loose, animated conversations mixing with shouts of laughter. A wave of warmth enveloped him, making him feel both alive and out of place.

As he finally spotted Barty and Evan on the other side of the room, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the dive into this chaotic social whirlpool. Maybe just this once, he could forget about his reservations and enjoy the night. Determined, he pushed forward, ready to join the fun, feeling a flicker of hope that maybe he’d find his place in this vibrant gathering after all.

“Regulus!” He was pounced on by a flash of bright colors. They fell to the ground. The crowd paid them no attention, just splitting around them. As his vision cleared, he saw Pandora grinning down at him from where she sat on his chest. She stood and held out her hand to hum.

“What are you doing here, Reggie???” she started rambling, not even giving him a chance to answer any of her questions. And she had MANY questions.

When she took a breath, Regulus finally spoke. “I thought I should try going to a party at least once in my school years, so why not go ahead and get it out of the way?”

“SPIN THE BOTTLE,” he heard some girl yell over the noise. Many people went towards the sound, but Reguluss stayed put. He did NOT want to play. But apparently Pandora did. She took his hand, grinning, and took him toward the actively forming circle. She let go as she sat down next to Barty, who was already there, and Regulus walked over to Evan.

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Sitting in the circle, James noticed many people watching the game. Among them were Alice
— and was that Emmeline? That was new, but it made him smile slightly. He guessed they had finally worked something out after class.

Frank was there too, and he didn’t look upset, which relieved James. He would need to talk to him later to see how he was doing. In the circle, he also spotted Edgar Bones, Amelia’s brother, who was chatting with some other friends.

Some of Regulus’s friends were present as well: Barty, who always had a part in any game that was played, Pandora, known for her infectious laugh, and Dorcas, whose rebellious spirit spreads like wildfire. James felt a mix of excitement and nerves being in a room with so many familiar faces. Outside the circle, he spotted Evan Rosier and someone else, their postures suggesting they were deep in conversation.

Suddenly, James understood why Peter had seemed so panicked in class earlier; finding out that the younger Black brother was in the room could be intimidating, especially with Sirius present.

But that wasn’t the only feeling rushing through James.

Little Reggie had grown up. He wore a black button-up shirt half-tucked into black slacks that perfectly complemented his frame. He looked as if Hades and Aphrodite had produced a child of striking elegance. Surprisingly, James found himself not upset but rather intrigued and even impressed by this transformation.

The last time James had seen Regulus, he had looked like an ill Victorian child, frail and withdrawn. Now, his short black curls appeared silky, inviting, as if they were an ocean waiting for James's hands to cup their waves and play in them. James's heart raced at the sight.

When James realized he was staring, Regulus had already caught him. The boy was watching him with a stern face. Wow… those eyes were hypnotizing. His gray eyes, edged with thick lashes, seemed to have been enhanced with eyeliner, sharpening his already dagger-like gaze and bringing out an intense allure that was hard to ignore.

Looking into those captivating eyes, James thought he might not mind getting hurt if it meant having Regulus look at him. Just then, Regulus raised an eyebrow, causing James's breath to hitch and his cheeks to flush. The atmosphere around them crackled with unspoken tension.

Suddenly, James was grateful for his darker skin, hiding the blush spreading up his neck.

Snapping back to reality, James remembered he was at a party with friends, playing spin the bottle. Mary had just kissed Amelia, and the laughter and cheers from the group filled the air, a delightful chaos that contrasted with the emotions swirling inside him. Regulus was no longer the sickly boy he once knew; he was present at this party, and his gaze was fixed intently on James. Regulus. Regulus. Regulus.

The bottle spun and spun, its glass glinting under the party lights, before finally stopping, pointing at Remus. James watched eagerly as Sirius and Remus leaned in for their kiss while the crowd erupted in cheers and screams. It was clear to everyone that they liked each other, though they were the only two who couldn’t see it yet.

James glanced at Regulus again and suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Regulus looked shocked, maybe even angry. His mouth was slightly agape, almost as if he might scream, but then he quickly turned and ran away.

What if Regulus were homophobic? After all, his family was, so what if he truly shared those beliefs? James felt a gnawing worry clench his gut.

Without thinking, James stood up and ran after Regulus, shouting a vague excuse, likely something about needing the restroom to cover his tracks. “Regulus, wait!” he called out, catching the door just as Regulus was about to step through.

Regulus startled and turned around with a stormy expression, one that sent chills down James's spine. “What do you want, Potter?” he asked, his voice strained. James stepped into the small, dimly lit room and closed the door behind him, realizing with a shrug that it was indeed the bathroom.

“Why did you look so upset when Sirius kissed Remus? I need to know if you're homophobic,” James blurted out, unable to contain his anxiety any longer. Regulus appeared stunned by the sudden confrontation.

"That's it? You followed me out of your party after years of ignoring me just to ask if I'm homophobic? Why does it matter to you?" Regulus sounded genuinely angry, and a pang of regret shot through James; he hadn’t thought this through. “I um… it’s just really important that you’re not…” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly hyperaware of the intensity of Regulus's gaze fixed on him.

Sirius and his brother could never be close again if he were homophobic. So James needed to check. Nothing else was eating at him, begging him to find out.

Regulus watched him closely, his expression unreadable. “I’m not homophobic, okay?” Regulus replied, a hint of frustration in his voice. “Why do you care so much if I am anyway?” He turned toward the sink, speaking to James through the reflection, creating a sense of distance despite their proximity.

“Regulus… have you ever thought of talking to him…?” James knew he was overstepping, but he didn’t care. He had to explain himself before he got lost in the depths of the boy's striking eyes, never wanting to speak about Regulus's older brother — James's best friend — again.

Regulus's anger flared again. “That is not your business. It shouldn’t matter to you if I do or do not talk to him! It’s not your problem if I’m homophobic. And you shouldn’t be talking to me right now. What would Sirius say? What would your best friend say?” James noticed that Regulus never once referred to him as ‘brother’; he never mentioned him in a way that suggested he wanted to be brothers with Sirius.

The tension in the room felt palpable, and James was left momentarily speechless before he managed to voice his thoughts. “I’m sorry…” Regulus froze, his eyes widening in surprise. “What?” He turned slowly to face James. “I’m sorry for digging into your business.” Regulus stared at him for a moment before responding, and James felt the weight of every unspoken word hanging in the air between them.

“Go back to your party, Potter,” Regulus ordered, a hint of sadness now coloring his tone. And reluctantly, James did.

He had intruded into something that didn’t involve him. He sank back down into the circle, and the bottle landed on Peter. He forced himself to focus, watching as everyone cheered for his friend as he kissed some blonde girl.

James couldn’t help but glance back towards the door, wondering if Regulus would return. He watched as Regulus walked back briefly to whisper something to Evan. Evan nodded, and then Regulus walked out of the party. A feeling of sadness washed over James; he had inadvertently ruined the atmosphere for Regulus, but had at least received a definitive answer.

Regulus was not homophobic, but he was visibly bothered by Sirius kissing a man. It seemed he had no intention of reconnecting with his brother, but maybe, just maybe, he was simply scared. That realization sparked something in James. He decided he would do something to bridge the gap between the two brothers.

James would help them reconnect without either brother discovering his mission. He felt a growing determination; he wanted to help both Regulus and Sirius understand each other, to navigate the complexities of their relationship. And perhaps, in doing so, he could discover if Regulus was willing to leave behind the weight of his family’s expectations and embrace his own identity. James knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for now, he was ready to take the first step toward making that connection happen.