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"A whole day?" Sirius paused, considering it. Then he threw the ball at the floor, from where it bounced to hit the wall, then flew right back at him. He caught it and shrugged. "Depends on how long I get to sleep in."

Unlikely, he'd wager. "What's up, Reg? Come in, door's open."

Had to be open, mother insisted.

Shoving his way in, he gestured at the very obvious problem. "What is this? Just tell me how do undo it. I'd rather not linger here, thanks." He looked around this nightmare room of red and gold, not at all happy with this particular show of house pride. It wasn't even in good taste. He had elegant, understated Slytherin appreciation.

This was like Godric Gryffindor puked flags all over the walls.

Why did he have to have such a tiresome brother? "Please, do try to be mature and fix it, would you?"

"Fix what?" Sirius frowned and sat up. He considered Regulus for a moment, then shrugged. "Sorry, mate. Can't change your face, you were born with that."

That said he let himself fall back down, tossing the ball up to hit the ceiling of the most noble and ancient house of Black. It came back down and he caught it. "Love what you've done to your hair though. Really spruces you up."

"You're not as funny as you think you are, you know? The only one laughing is you. Well, sometimes your idiotic friends but you all share one brain cell so that makes sense." Sirius definitely got worse once that James Potter fool meddled in his affairs. He probably influenced him into Gryffindor on that first day, led astray by childish promises.

With an annoyed huff, he ruffled his hair. "I've washed it twice and it still sparkles. What do I do to remove it?"

"I say embrace it. Let's make your robes sparkle too! You'll steal the show tonight. Belle of the ball." Sirius was full of enthusiasm as he smiled at his brother, evidently not dissuaded by his lack of enthusiasm, humour and slightly murderous glare. It was just impossible to find Regulus intimidating, especially when he was sparkling.

"If you ask nicely, then..." He paused, then suddenly threw the ball at Regulus' face. Just to test his reflexes, of course. "...I suppose I could remove it."

Regulus did catch the ball and threw it right back at Sirius, annoyed that his brother would keep riling him up. He wasn't shocked but he was pissed off. "Don't play games, just give me answers. I can remove it myself if you tell me what you did. I'm busy, I don't have time for -- whatever this is."

An attempt to dominate, to mock, to irritate - he wasn't sure. "I can't very well be sparkling at the gala, can I? I'll look a fool. Which I know you love doing but some of us have standards."

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"I thought it would fit your sparkling wit." Sirius caught the ball and then tossed it between one hand and the other, shrugging. "All I can hear is a lack of pretty pleases, so I'm guessing you'll stay sparkly. Alas!"

Whatever was there to be done about it? Sirius shrugged and suddenly put the ball down on the mattress, getting up. "Hey, sit down. You can help me pick out my outfit." He was smirking in a way that gave away, all too easily, that he had things planned. Sirius really didn't have a poker face and he really didn't care. "Maybe we can match."

"We haven't matched since we were toddlers, why the hell would we match now? And how does any of this fix my hair?" Huffing in annoyance, Regulus did not sit. He also did not leave the room so that was something. Angrily, he crossed his arms and gave Sirius an unimpressed look. "Fix my hair."

And then he watched his brother open his wardrobe and the groan was obvious. "Why are half your shirts clumped at the bottom of the wardrobe? They'll get wrinkled!" They must have come off the hangers. "And God, don't wear the red tie or mother will kill you."

"What? Red brings out my eyes." His eyes were dark brown, but whatever. Sirius held the tie up next to his face, fluttering his eyes. "Come on. You can't deny it's fetching."

Also, he didn't have a green tie at the moment. He had taken painstaking care of that. "I just don't have anything that glitters. You reckon I should use that stuff you used too?" He was frowning, going through his shirts. "If not red, there is always black. Is black on black on black too subtle?"

Decisions, decisions. "You should wear shorter robes, you kinda have girly legs. Show them off."

"Wear the grey tie with the black shirt and don't add colours because then you're just asking for attention." And that was never good at these things. To survive, one had to blend, nod and agree and try not to cause any fuss. He was very good these days at just agreeing. Made him happier too. "And red does nothing for your brown eyes. You'd do better with green."

Had to be said. Regulus gave Sirius a sardonic smile before raising his hand and ruffling his hair, trying to get the sparkles out of it. It did very little.

Pausing mid ruffle, he looked up, positively baffled. "... You what?" He looked down at himself. "I do not have girly legs."

"I should confuse everyone and wear blue. That one really brings out my everything." Not enough to want to be sorted into Ravenclaw, but still. Sirius did know what looked good on him. He turned around and gestured to Regulus' legs, shrugging. "What? They are lovely. All shapely. Be proud of them! Wear some stockings, maybe?"

He did say it with a very serious tone, foregoing obvious mockery. Besides, it was true. He did have oddly nice legs, he had noticed that before.

"I have manly legs, sod off." He was going to be worrying about that now for days. Should he wear baggier pants? Did everyone think this? God, he needed a longer robe next year. He looked down and frowned - well, time to build up thigh muscles and bulk. "It's weird that you were even looking."

With a roll of his eyes, he shook his head and tried not to get distracted. "Sirius, could you please remove the bleeding sparkles from my hair?" There. He said please. "I don't want to go to this event looking like a pixie of all things."

"Aw. Look, manners. See, I knew one of us came from a good family." Sirius laughed and then headed over to his bed, crouching down by it so he could reach under. "You just need to wash it again, I have a thing for it."

And then he paused, frowning. Thinking. Smiling. "Say, Reg... Any idea how much you've left of that glitter gel?" Because he had an idea or twenty.

"You ruined the whole batch so whatever is in the pot, basically. About two thirds. Why? Are you thinking of going to the event as a pixie yourself?" God, he hoped not. He didn't even want to know. He just wanted to get his fix for this mess, wash his hair and get ready. If they were late down then they'd never hear the end of it.

"I'm detecting a hint of mischief. Please tell me you're not plotting anything. Can't we have one nights break from you and your schemes?" It wasn't as fun seeing Sirius constantly in trouble as he wanted it to be. It didn't feel good to watch them pull Sirius apart. It didn't make him feel like he was better or more loved - it just made him feel like shit.

"Listen, Regulus. Mischief knows no rest." Sirius smirked and kept thinking, finally finding the right tube and pulling it free, but not yet handing it over. "Whose house are we at again? Malfoy, right?"

He pondered, almost dreamily. "Lucius does have that long, long, long hair." He sighed, then smiled at Regulus. He was hoping he could touch upon it. That hint of mischief inside his brother, that he always tried to bury so well.

"Don't you think his hair could be improved if there was just a bit of sparkle, to catch the eye?"

"He'll look like a veela if you put a load of sparkles in all that blond hair." He could imagine it now, Lucius Malfoy and his sparkling blond hair. He smiled a little at the very idea but that smile soon faltered when he remembered himself. He couldn't. It wasn't right. He shook his head and looked away.

"Do as you please, it's your head on the line."

Swallowing hard, Regulus moved across the room. "I'm going to go wash my hair and get ready. This stuff better come out now or I'm going to be very cross with you."

"It will come out, all right. Just turn your hair pink, but I hear pink is the new black." It would not dye his hair pink, but hey, why not leave a bit of suspense? Sirius got up and picked up his ball again as well, calling after Regulus. "Hey, Reg."

He waited to have his attention and then realised he didn't even know what to say. He wanted to break the ice somehow, but at this point it felt impossible. Usually he just tried to butcher his way through and they both came out the worse for it. Maybe it was the only way for them to be any more. "Don't make such a sour face all the time. How are you ever gonna snatch a cousin to marry?"

"Don't insult our family or our bloodline." Regulus cut through the joke with little humour, giving his brother a dark look. He turned away and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to release some stress. "I don't have a sour face, I have an annoying brother. Doesn't seem surprising that the two come together often, does it?"

Shaking his head, Regulus made a retreat because it was safer to run. To smile and to laugh with his brother again - that just didn't seem possible. Even if he missed it. Missed it more than he'd ever confess.

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