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Feb 21, 2019 10:22:39 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2019 10:22:39 GMT
As far as Quidditch equipment went, Regulus as a seeker didn't use most of the same stuff others did. Goggles, obviously, and he had a practice snitch of his own which confined itself near him so he could practice quick grabs. That one was stripped through which prevented it's use on the field, a strict no-no. He didn't need a new broom (his was a hand-crafted one which worked much better for his quick moves then a store bought) and he had a particular wax for it not sold in the Quidditch shop. So he wasn't often in there except for two things.
Goggles (of which he had just bought a backup set last week) and gloves which he kept out-growing as he got closer to being a full adult. Gloves had to be tight to prevent slippage at heights so that was a very important detail to keep up with. And his private tutor in brooms had taught him well on that score! Today however he was looking for something unusual, something he did not want his father involved in. Knee pads. Odd as it was, in his lessons (quite a few after fist year in the summers) he had learned to do his steering with his knees without his hands. That gave him an advantage in both directing when trying to grab and freed up hands for holding other things.
Knee pads could interfere if they were not made correctly.
The quidditch shop did sell those, but he needed his adjusted for no leather on the inside of his leg. That meant he went to Dervish & Bangs in Hogsmeade on the weekends to get stuff worked on. They had adjusted several in the last few years as he damaged them or out grew the attachments. His current ones had a space to the inner side more exposed then the outside edge which just meant they had to be rebuilt slightly. So far he hadn't seen anyone else adjusting theirs so his advantage was still high. Not that he had much more chance to play since he only got to in school. So this would be his last chance. Waiting, he heard his name called and stepped over to the clerk who handed him both. Regulus Pulled one on over his jeans, fastening the right bands and then the other.
He flexed twice, bending down to see where they moved as the clerk waited...
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Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 22, 2019 19:52:04 GMT
{ } "He's much too young for that sort of thing!" Molly said frantically as Bill jumped up and down on his tip-toes between her and Arthur. Of course he wanted so desperately to learn to play Quidditch. Molly was trying to remind Arthur that 1. Bill was only eight-years-old and 2. they couldn't afford anything extra at the moment. She scoffed and went to the bassinet by the couch, picking up a crying Fred and holding him close, rocking back and forth on her heels. After Arthur light-heartedly making statements of him being just a typical boy, Bill begging, Fred crying bloody murder in her arms and Percy making train noises on the floor, Molly had had enough. "Fine! Get your coat, then!" she finally said, shushing Fred back to sleep and placing him back in the bassinet. She held her hand out for Arthur to give her the money, threw it into her pants pocket, then took Bill's hand and headed out of their way-too-tiny flat. Molly couldn't wait to finally move into their home. They'd been saving for what seemed like forever, but there was always something that came up as to why they couldn't get that last bit of money for it. Molly held Bill's hand as they walked down the street, the smile on his face bringing one to her own. She was just a bit too protective, a bit too desireable for him to stay her little boy. She gulped and finally stopped, kneeling in front of him. "Now you're sure this is what you want? I don't want to pay for this broom and have to take it back if you don't want it," she cautioned. Bill excitedly confirmed his want of the broom. She nodded, then took his hand once more. "The cheapest one you can get," Arthur's words hummed in her head as they entered the shop in Hogsmeade. Bill immediately ran free from her grip and over to the collection of broomsticks. Molly gulped. She didn't really think he was big enough to be on a broom, but Arthur's wild ideas always led them to places she wasn't comfortable with. Half the time, though, he was right. Molly at least had to admit that he was the fun one. She didn't mind that, though. She wasn't there to have fun all the time; she was there to make sure the kids ate, had clean clothes, and were kept alive. After all that was done, they could have fun. She stepped further into the shop and caught a glance of someone familiar - Regulus Black. They were cousins by marriage, of course, but their age difference meant they didn't grow up together and weren't particularly close. In fact they had primarily seen their parents weren't close at all so that trickled down to them. Even though Molly had married a Pureblood, the Weasley family wasn't viewed as very elitist, so those of the Black family that she was related to typically were distant from her. Still, Molly knew he was famil, and from what she'd heard from Sirius about him made her not only curious, but worried. Could he really be so bad as to lean to work for Voldemort? Sirius seemed to think so, but Molly wasn't sure. Then again, Sirius would have known him better than she would. Still, Molly liked to give people the benefit of the doubt unless they were obscenely bad people. "Regulus," she greeted him, nodding. She wasn't sure if he'd even really remember her, or the fact they were related, but Molly decided reaching out was better than ignoring him. She knew people who'd been abandoned by their families and turned out bad because of it. What if by her entertaining conversation with him, she could prevent him from being a 'bad' person as Sirius described? She didn't have to go on a tyrade or rant about saving his soul, but if indirectly she helped the Order by taking away a supporter from Voldemort, that would surely be a good thing. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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The spot was just inside on each bracer, where the leather kneecap fitting had been readjusted off center of the normal leather Quidditch pads to the outside. A small change, but enough for it to catch the eye if you had seen them before. Odd to another player at least. He watched to make sure the leather didn't cover that hole spot when he bent and it looked like they had done it again. It was an odd quirk probably, but they weren't Quidditch players here, only repair and crafters of wizarding items. Not like it was a Quidditch store so he didn't expect them to see the difference.
It was as he stood back up still watching the leather that she spoke and he turned his head. For a second he hesitated, but he knew he had seen that hair before. Recognition came a second later. "Weasley? Right?" It took a minute for the rest came back. "Molly Weasley. Right. Hi there." He turned back to the clerk at the counter. "You've got it, just the right spot I think. I'll have to try them out, but I think that's got it. Thanks."
He leaned against the counter and looked back at her. "Sorry, trick of growth spurts. Have to keep getting stuff redone." He unfastened binders as the clerk left the box there beside him and took his money to go get change for him. As he undid the buckles he said "It's been about a year, right?" Some group of relatives at something or other, he didn't even half remember if it was some family event or just family at an event somewhere.
He had to be shown off to others to elicit contract interest. That was all that had concerned him about it. He made a face.
Setting the first leg bracer in the box he glanced at the child. Yes, his Mother had been saying something nasty about the explosion of children if he remembered right though not at the event itself. That had been in passing somewhere with her name. Probably in the parlor with visitors. She wasn't bad looking nor did he think she was one of the blood-traitors really, but she did support the other side of the argument he remembered that much at least! His eyes went to the broom display and it clicked. Discount items! Naturally. "First broom? Smart to not get new, probably bash it into something early on." It didn't occur to him about the money. He began to work on undoing the bucklers on the top of the second leg when the clerk came back with his change and he stopped to take the coins, dropping them in his coat pocket somewhat carelessly.
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Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 23, 2019 2:51:36 GMT
{ } Molly was, frankly, surprised that Regulus recognized her and even knew her by name. It wasn't a bad thing, though. Well, unless she was on Voldemort's list and Sirius ended up being right - then maybe she was playing right into the scheme. Nah. She really didn't think that was the case, and if she did, she wouldn't have put her kids in harm's way by even speaking to him. "Right," she confirmed, smiling gently at him. "Ah yeah, I know all about them. They're the worst," she said, looking over the equipment he was looking to buy. If Molly was truthful she knew little about Quidditch. Of course she'd gone to games while at school because everyone else did, too, but she didn't know much about the sport itself. She was too busy painting or writing poetry by the lake, or snogging Arthur. Honestly she enjoyed the sport, just not enough to really learn about it or learn how to play. She didn't get the same welcoming feeling others did on a broomstick. In fact, it pretty much terrified her to bits. She nodded, smiling once more, as she often did. "Yeah about a year - you've grown quite a bit since last I saw you, actually," she said, then bit her lip. "I mean not to call you like a kid or anything it's just that...oh nevermind," Molly murmured, her eyes setting on Bill who was admiring, too intently for her liking, at one of the brooms in the case. She sighed as she heard Regulus' words, nodding in response to them. "Really he's even too young for it," she sighed. There was no talking Arthur out of letting their kids explore their desires. He encouraged it - and other things she wished he wouldn't. It frightened her what he might encourage when they got a bit older, but Molly knew she'd have to face that when the time came. For now, she was just trying to protect her babies, and putting an eight-year-old on the back of the broom wasn't her fondest idea. Still, it was conflicting; the light in Bill's eyes at the prospect of just learning to fly was enough to fill her heart. She watched as Regulus dropped his coins into his pocket - quite a few coins, and far too many to be so careless about it. She gulped. She and Arthur were so tight on money, having been saving for years for their future home, and to watch someone spend it so carefree made her jealous. She smiled, though. It just wasn't their time. "I'm sure he's going to be knocking into loads of things, just hopefully not his head," Molly answered, chuckling. She was serious, though. "So are you wanting to play professionally or is it just a hobby? Or somewhere in between?" she asked, making sure to watch Bill out of the corner of her eye. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Feb 23, 2019 10:28:02 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 10:28:02 GMT
She spoke, seeming pleased he remembered. He shrugged as he undid buckles. "I had to develop a good memory otherwise I wouldn't remember family lessons quick enough. Quick is to survive." Not that he would expect someone like her to understand that. Unless she ever spoke with Andromeda then maybe, but not likely. he saw her looking at the leathers and decided he had to give some sort of explanation. Odds are she wouldn't understand the details judging by the look she gave them which didn't include a lot of recognition if he was a judge.
"I bring them here to get them altered. They are already mine. They may sell some used bits on the side, but they have the talent to do what's needed which I don't get in Diagon so easily." He shrugged. The Quidditch shop was for normal needed supplies, not those needing specialty twists on them done. She made a mistake and he gave her a thin smile back, not unfriendly. "I know. Almost contract time I'm afraid. Look, do you need help choosing a broom from those?" The boy likely already had a favorite really but still.
He stepped over giving the discounted brooms a check over. He motioned the boy over pointing at the different ones. "See the bristles? Never buy a broom that doesn't have them all bound down perfectly to a point. That will knock you out of the air so these three you don't want. Then look at the wood, see? You want to steer with your knees, not your hands. If you have splinters anywhere, it means someone hasn't been taking care of it and that's bad. Have you seen horse riders?" The boy gave him a blank stare. He glanced back at Molly. "Get him a few lessons. Best way to learn to steer with the knees. And slows down his being in the air too quick for you."
Regulus picked out one smaller broom, just about the right length for a boy of ten or so, a little higher then him. "There. Now that's a good broom. First learn to take care of it before you ride it. Got it?" A glance at his mother and he shook his head, his smile not changing but going more fake. "I'd never be allowed to. School only, this is my last year."
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Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 25, 2019 2:51:37 GMT
{ } Molly nodded. She didn't know too much about having familial restrictions, other than the snide comments her mom tried to steer at her. Ignatius Prewett was a great father, a great man. Even now, he lent a hand with the children and came around often, giving her and Arthur money when they really, truly needed it. She didn't like taking it, though. It felt like cheating life. Her parents weren't so incredibly rich that they could just blow it on things they didn't need, but they were well enough off. "I think I can understand what you mean by that," she said. There was a darker undertone by what he said, but she wanted to keep the conversation mostly light. Maybe if he could see the positive nature about her, he'd be more willing to not only embrace it, but match it. She listened to him talk about the equipment, nodding but really she didn't understand much of it. It wasn't like she was dumb, of course, but Molly didn't know much about the ins and outs of Quidditch itself. She'd simply never been prompted to learn about it. It was never anything she found too interesting to concern herself with. Going to watch games was exciting, but she'd never had the initiative to learn it. As he asked if they needed help picking out a broom, she almost brushed him off - until he took the opportunity to head over to Bill and begin the conversation with him anyway. She sighed, in relief more than anything, then smiled. What was bad about him, again? Bill looked up at Regulus with that twinkle in his eye and it was a moment in time that Molly had to simply stand back and watch. It was great how good with Bill he was; the way he spoke about the brooms indicating his knowledge about them, but also talking in a way that was neither babying Bill nor above his head so he couldn't understand. Clearly, Bill had read loads of books about brooms before, and he nodded inquisitively. He understood what Regulus was saying, making 'oooh okay!' every so often after Regulus' words. Molly simply smiled. She nodded when he said to get Bill lessons. That was probably a great idea, actually. She wasn't sure how many lessons they'd be able to afford and in what time frame, but surely they could manage something. She watched as Regulus picked out a broom, hoping it wasn't too expensive. It was used, of course, so hopefully it wasn't too bad. "Well that's unfortunate. You're so knowledgeable about it, I mean," she answered, giving him a small smile. "Seriously, thank you for all of your help. I'm not sure we would have made the best decision without it," Molly said. "So do you like that one, Bill?" she asked, grinning at her oldest child. His consistent nodding told her all she needed to know. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2019 5:43:21 GMT
She didn't react to the word contract so unconsciously Regulus assumed hers had been one as well as marriages in his mind generally were in his family experience. He left the subject as it made him uncomfortable anyway since he wasn't going to have any say in it. He'd have to marry whoever bought the contract anyway so why bother to learn much about dating or relationships? He moved onto brooms with a clear attitude and thankfully. Besides, whether or not he was any good with children (he had zero experience except at arm's length) Regulus could relate to a fellow broom interest and did meeting Bill on another level entirely.
Besides, even if she wasn't close family they were family and not to be brushed off. Being able to help out setting the boy on the right track was important so sharing his secret tip about steering with the knees would help his 'cousin whatever' become a better flier without ever being a competition from Regulus. Besides, the boy seemed able to follow what he said and that was a good sign. "Most people never learn about steering with the knees. So make sure you learn that with horses, it's the same feeling, okay? One secret trick to another." He winked, and the boy's face showed a sort of secret delight Regulus imagined he had had when he learned it.
As he held out the broom, he saw the price and shrugged to himself. Kids' brooms really were so low even discounted compared to getting them custom made it was amazing! "Merlin, my broom cost so much compared to this size..." He shook his head at the thought and then realizing he had cursed in front of a kid he flashed her a concerned look and then moved quickly to the counter with the broom in embarrassment before she could get on him about it! He tossed the coins down on the counter quickly with it to the clerk who had been watching. "I've got it, Box it up for him it's a special day getting your first one."
It didn't even register to him that he had bought a broomstick really, it was such a small amount comparably. What was a few galleons compared to a thousand after all? Nothing practically.
Glad to avoid the subject of his cursing he moved on quickly, concerned about how a parent would react to something like that! His own Mother punctuated things with hexes often enough there was a certain amount of healthy respect for mothers in his mind, though his was more touched with fear then this boy's would be. "Yes well it's the only thing I got to choose really so it's not surprising I dove into it." At her first next word however he twitched in his face pulling back slightly as if in a greatly remembered pain. Anything involving that joke of his brother's was almost impossible not to remember!
"Um, no it's fine really, you are family after all." He looked slightly pained.
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Feb 25, 2019 13:54:21 GMT
Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 25, 2019 13:54:21 GMT
{ } Molly overheard Regulus talk about practicing steering with knees with Bill and practicing on horses. Great. She was sure Arthur would love that, pulling up to some muggle farm and questioning about the use of a broom for reasons other than flying. She smirked just thinking about it. Was she okay with him getting on a horse, even? Well...perhaps it was less likely for danger than a broomstick was, surely. Molly took note of it and shoved into the filing system that was her mess of a mind. It happened too fast for her to refuse. Regulus commented on the price of the broom being so low and took it to the counter, paying for it himself. She quickly left Bill's side, gulping and shaking her head. "Really, you don't have to do that, I-I can get it of course," she stammered, though it seemed it was for nothing as the clerk was already boxing it after having taken Regulus' money. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. It was too helpful, too generous of him to do such a thing. Molly felt her arms shaking slightly. She wanted to reach out to him, to hug him tightly, but she figured that would be too much. Still, she had to do something. "You really shouldn't have," she said quietly, swallowing her pride. "But thank you...from the bottom of my heart, thank you," Molly uttered. She ran a hand through her hair then watched as Bill joined her at her side, his beaming face screaming his happiness to the world. She smiled and looked back at Regulus, nodding. "Well your lack of choices is quite annoying, I'll admit, but you made a good one with the one you were given," she noted. Molly grinned when he said they were family. So, he did know. She fake-coughed, trying to compose herself and not melt into a puddle of emotional mess. Her hormones from her recent birth were running wild, of course, so that was to be expected. "I hope you'll remember that, too. Our flat isn't lavish or grand by any means but...you're always welcome in it," she said. Molly meant it, too. Maybe he and Sirius didn't get along well - and while her 'seriously' joke wasn't intended, it was a bit funny given who she was speaking to - but Molly had hope maybe things could change. Maybe things could be better between them. Things were dark in the world around them and growing darker by the minute. They needed to stick together in that time. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Feb 25, 2019 18:53:04 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2019 18:53:04 GMT
She nearly stammered in reaction and Regulus looked at her, surprised at the sudden moist quality of her eyes! He doubted very much anyone had ever looked at him that way before and it set him back for a second before he could react! "What?" he said glancing back at the box which Bill was watching with avid interest. "That? Mrs Weasley--" he hesitated, not comfortable with the sudden thankfulness of her reaction. "I have no idea what my father paid for my first broom but I assure you, it was way more then anything I have the money for I'm sure."
And having one custom was filled with a lot of effort he knew. Traditionalists believed in old ways and buying a racing broom in a store was simply not for them. His father had taken him out to the island where one of the few custom and traditional broommakers in the area still lived. Regulus had been quite surprised at how much went into making a broom and how much it was like making a home purchase! "A kid's broom--" he gestured with his hands at them, trying to explain without words how low it was without being rude, suddenly aware that he might have inadvertently underscored something in a bad way. "Well, it's not a small thing to a kid of course, but to me that was simply a thing you do for family."
He hesitated. "Wasn't it?" He hoped that was a family thing. He realized now he didn't really know.
Uncomfortable, Regulus had the sudden desire that he was torturing a muggle under his farther's watchful eye (something he had never enjoyed as some did) or doing anything deadly instead of being on the receiving end of her emotions. "Um, annoying?" He didn't know what to think about that part! Wasn't that the way all kids were treated? He blinked at her, truly at a loss. The offer of a space to go to-- that made him pull back a bit, almost rising up maybe a tad in reaction, fear dotting his eyes! "Oh! Um, that is--" For him to be anywhere outside his parents' control would mean things were desperate indeed!
"Nothing personal, but I think if I ever showed up somewhere without my parents death would be following me shortly thereafter so thanks but no thanks, no offense meant!" His hands were pulled back and somewhat up as if he was unsure what to do with them! Seeing the package with his leathers on the counter he suddenly grabbed for it, embarrassingly enough and clutched it to himself looking towards the doors. Maybe I'd better go before my father wonders what has delayed me--" thinking suddenly that his parents probably would react badly to him being in this conversation. The teen's reactions were not those of a normal life situation and that was not something he was used to expressing in front of anyone!
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Feb 26, 2019 12:42:56 GMT
Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 26, 2019 12:42:56 GMT
{ } As Regulus searched for words, seemingly to brush off the cost of the broom and also not offend her, she simply nodded. She understood what he was trying to say, even if he couldn't truly find the right words for it. "Well it's a grand gesture to me so thank you," Molly answered, smiling softly. She didn't want to push her own issues regarding funds onto him. She didn't need to put her business out there - Arthur probably wouldn't have appreciated that. Instead, she simply acknowledged his kindness, trying to compose herself. She dabbed the corners of her wet eyes, took in a deep breath and exhaled it, finding her sense of self once again. She was, however, grateful for what he'd done. Maybe she wouldn't express it fully, especially because he seemed uncomfortable with it, but Molly would never forget it. When he asked about it being annoying, she shrugged. "Well yeah - I mean...even I've had a choice in what I wanted to do growing up," Molly explained. "But I'm sure your parents know what's best for you, yeah? Just trying to guide you in the right direction of things." To be honest, Molly wasn't sure if that was true. She had never connected with his parents despite them being her aunt and uncle; there were reasons why. Pureblood families...well, typically they weren't really all that close. And Lucretia Black, her mother, and Orion Black, his father, were not particularly close siblings. Lucretia had been married into the Prewett family, which was Pureblood by nature but not a dignified family. And when Molly married a Weasley, even though a Pureblood family as well, it all but cut the ties she had to her uncle Orion and his wife, and thereby her cousins. "Oh no problem at all, I completely understand," she retorted, a knot growing in her stomach. He seemed anxious now, uneasy. Maybe she shouldn't have offered for him to visit. Maybe it was too soon. She had pushed him away, not knowing that her words would do that. When he began gathering his things, she frowned. "Wait I - at least maybe let me buy you lunch or something to thank you? A Butterbeer?" she offered, rubbing the top of Bill's head while her other hand rummaged nervously through her pocket. Molly hadn't intended to make him feel uncomfortable so she felt bad. She didn't want their conversation cut short after his kind nature; she wanted to explore it further, but maybe that was her shot long gone. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2019 4:32:35 GMT
He nodded, glad she wasn't making an issue about the cursing. While he didn't know much about kids he knew they were easily influenced by small things. Verbal curses could be quite an issue in early life, not even thinking about how his small gesture of a broom had already influence the lad himself. Part of that was Regulus unconscious of being an influence himself. "I'm glad it will help, really. Something good out of this year at least." For soon he would not be able to play anymore, but maybe he had made it good for another. Passing it on in a way.
"Hmm, not the way our end does it I think" he knew, but still "My parents have always had a very definite idea of who I should be even as a small child. Getting away with a few things at school only is sort of youthful pursuits I guess. Only sons don't get many options really." And wasn't that part of the bitter pill he had had to grow up with! No, Sirius got to go play around and have fun with his friends by dumping the hard work and future on his younger brother's head.
His fists clenched a bit.
Oh thank Merlin she got the message! "What little I know about you is also that my parents would be very angry to know I had spoken with you probably. Politics is the life in our house." More then that, but that was far enough. No, not lunch in one of the easier places to find him! But however-- He glanced towards the door and then slowly added "Um, no, I couldn't be found there, but if that invitation might extend to Honeyduke's it's often crowded enough to be there and not be seen with others. If you dare with a small one." Uh, chocoballs. That might be a good compromise...
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Feb 27, 2019 12:54:23 GMT
Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 27, 2019 12:54:23 GMT
{ } Molly simply smiled, nodding and looking back down at Bill's beaming face as he was handed the box. She took it from him quickly, afraid he might lose it or drop it or break it. She couldn't have that - not yet, at least. She clung to the broom at her side, watching as Bill side-eyed it. He didn't seem to mind that she would carry it for him; after all, it might have been a little heavy for him given his frail sort of state. He wasn't a big boy at all; in fact, she often tried to force him to eat more so he'd get a little healthier looking, but to no avail. She guessed he just had a high metabolism. "I think I can understand that," she answered. She didn't like it, though. She thought, especially as a mother, that it was okay to have goals and dreams for your children, or wonder what they'll be like when they get older, but ultimately you don't have children to aspire to do what you want them to do. You have children to be a part of something bigger than yourself, like passing yourself on and creating new life. Wanting your children to succeed is obviously a parent's dream, but you also have to let them live their own lives as their own personalities willed it. She nodded, looking to the floor for a moment. She knew that his parents would hardly approve of any type of friendship started between the two of them, and maybe that wasn't what this was, but it made Molly a little sad honestly. He was obviously more than what his parents wanted for him, but it seemed...maybe Sirius was somewhat right in that he'd always do what he was told. He'd never go against the grain and be his own person and just...more him. She could tell there was more to Regulus than what his parents told him he was. He just had to embrace it. "Honeydukes will be perfect," Molly said, looking back at him and smiling. Bill jumping up and down at her side told her he agreed. She didn't mind too much taking Bill into the crowded sweetshop. Bill was the more responsible of her children, given that he was the eldest. He was always helping her around the house, playing with the other kids to keep them occupied, and basically being the best big brother she could have wished for her other children. She trusted him being out and about with her, which is why it was mainly him that got to get out of the house or get special treats. Molly didn't show favoritism though - or, at least, she hoped she didn't. "Shall we?" she said, starting towards the door. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2019 9:53:34 GMT
He was okay with her understanding, but the rest was family secret. He would not talk about Sirius. He didn't know if she knew the boy, but Regulus wanted nothing to get back to him if he could. Sirius had deserted him and Regulus couldn't take that well. Not especially the way it had continued. There were few would would ever understand that situation. He frowned, then pushed the subject from his mind; there was no point in self torture. He was the only child of the Black family, on his shoulders lay their future.
But if the future lay with the DE he could not see it being a good future.
"Yes, we can." He followed her out the door, but not beside her or looking as if he was with her, hanging back a bit just in case his father showed up. he hoped not, but the timing could be tricky, Still they made it most of the way there without any suspicion on Regulus' part who had been taught to use store windows and did; he didn't see anyone keeping an eye on him or her either way and that was good enough. By the time they reached the shop, the crowd was enough he felt safer and he speeded up getting there as she reached the door.
"Sorry, I was just keeping an eye open. I doubt my father would ever come in here so it's probably a safe assumption he won't show up unexpectedly." Upon entering he didn't exactly drop into kid mode though either. Mostly he looked around and shook his head. The colors and pastels were probably what bothered him about the place.
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Feb 28, 2019 15:58:09 GMT
Post by Molly Weasley on Feb 28, 2019 15:58:09 GMT
{ } As they left the shop and wandered towards Honeydukes, Molly acknowledged that Regulus was hanging back from them, not necessarily with them. Molly knew why, of course - just in case someone saw. He didn't want anyone to see him with her and to a point she understood. Of course, there was a small pang in her heart that made her realize they could never be true friends, even if he had just bought her son a broom. Maybe it wasn't really in her own best interest to befriend him, given that he wanted to separate their acquaintanceship, but she still had to plant the seed of friendship regardless. Maybe he'd change. She had hope, anyway. She listened as his footsteps quickened to catch up to them as Molly reached the door. She swung it open and let Bill enter first, keeping a hand on his back as she followed. Molly turned her head over her shoulder, listening to Regulus apologize and explain himself. He didn't need to. "No problem," she answered, smiling. Bill's eyes lit up, of course, as they furthered into the crowded shop. Molly liked sweets, herself, so the trip wouldn't be just for her eldest son. Besides, she could pick up a few treats for the other children, as well; certainly Percy would go insane if he found out tha Bill had gotten a treat in addition to going out with her. "So what do you think you'll get?" she asked Regulus, turning slightly towards him while allowing Bill to browse the surrounding shelves. @shava MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2019 10:52:35 GMT
Hogsmeade always screamed 'kids' stuff' to him and certainly it was marketed heavier that way then for adults. During the summertime of course there were adults in plenty, but there was something about those same adults that seemed more...relaxed? Cheerful? He wasn't sure. He knew he didn't care for garish colors and many shops here focused on more colors then in Diagon which had always seemed more sedate, special, classy. Honeydukes during the school year could be a mad house but even now there was still a decent crowd in here.
"Thanks for understanding. My parents are rather particular about how I use my time and they've taken away some of my freedoms before." He shrugged. Though he didn't see her watching him, his eyes crossed the shop with a slight dislike till he spotted what he wanted. His eyes lit up a touch though when he had. "There's only two things I ever get here. I'm not into sweets very much really." He walked deeper in stopping at a pile of bags, each with about ten of the delights he loved, not a favorite for most kids.
Chocoballs.
"Clotted cream is the best stuff. I can never have enough of these but Mother won't let me spend my money on them much. I have to owl them to myself." He picked up two of those. And then he moved down the aisle to a set of little packets on a top shelf, clearly not a little kid favorite. The Shock-o-choc was not even something for most adults, but he picked up two packets with an eye at her as if asking it was okay...
Molly Weasley
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