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blackmarauder ([personal profile] alwaysimpure) wrote2012-02-12 07:35 pm

Bonds



It wouldn't be much of a party at the Gryffindor tower tonight, even though they had won against their fiercest rival. Slytherin defeated, but seeing how it had taken their star player out of commission when he collided with one of the Slytherin players, it was a tainted victory.

Besides, James and Sirius where the ones to lead such a party usually, getting butterbeer and snacks from the kitchen and praising each other. Now Sirius was worried and James still hadn't woken up. Sure, Pomfrey assured him that was perfectly normal and he was just getting necessary rest, but Sirius would still rather shake him awake to make sure.

Instead he sat on his bedside and watched his face, almost as pale as his own for a change. He picked James's glasses up from the nightstand and fixed them with a spell before putting them down again. "I don't think these work right, Prongs. You gotta move to the side before you crash into someone."

He did wonder whether James had been blocked on purpose. It hadn't helped, they had lost anyway, but it was a move pretty typical for the Slytherin's. Normally he'd be all over accusing the bloke, seeing as he was very much awake, albeit injured, and just a hospital bed away, but it wasn't that easy. Mostly, he was busying himself by not looking at him directly.

Regulus. Finally, seeing as James wasn't exactly engaging right now, he turned around to look at his brother.

"Does it hurt?" There, that was neutral enough.

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[personal profile] iknowyoursecret 2012-02-12 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Regulus lifted his head, gray eyes slow to meet Sirius'. He'd been wondering how long they were going to pretend to ignore each other. He started to shrug, before answering, "Of course it hurts, you saw how high we fell from," he said, voice soft and measured. Speaking with Sirius felt a lot like speaking with an Aunt you only saw once every few years, and always left Regulus feeling like he should be standing up straighter. He was supposed to be the good one after all. And part of that meant acting as though Sirius had never lived with them all those years. It was easier said than done really.