Post by Regulus Black on Sept 7, 2007 18:46:14 GMT -5
Regulus looked solemnly out over the graveyard, standing in the relative silence of the road. A November wind rustled his hair over his eyes, brushing crumpling leaves over tombstones and faded bushels of lonely flowers. He turned his head towards the heart of the village, letting the wind blow his hair in a new direction. Regulus didn't move, but looked down the road in quiet thought.
I should have been here, he quietly reflected, nothing outwardly betraying his internal emotions. If I hadn't defected the month before...I would have been here. Would I be able to visit like I am now? Would I have seen Katie at all? Would...would I have been in Azkaban, with the rest of them?
The thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. Regulus had left the flat while Katie and Adriana were napping together, needing a reminder of the reason he was living like a muggle now. Of the reason he'd left the comfort and security of his family's home and old money, to scrub his own dishes and fold his own shirts.
He couldn't see it, but he knew that down the road was James Potter's house. The house where his brother spent much of his waking time, when he wasn't at work. Where James and Lily Potter were living comfortable lives in one of the premiere wizarding villages in the country. They were modern and happy, their son a few months younger than Regulus's Katie.
That was where it had happened. Where everything had ground to a screeching halt. Where the world had ended.
Regulus didn't walk towards it, but he knew it was there. Knowing was enough. He didn't need to loiter outside of their home like one of the shameless tourists that plagued this village, staring at their windows hungrily as if they contained some sort of magical secret. Because what the windows contained was nothing more than what he already had in his own flat--a family that was very grateful to be alive.
Turning his face the other way, Regulus shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling that it was too brisk to leave them in the bitter breeze any longer. Lifting one foot, he took a step towards the churchyard and disappeared with a crack, returning to his family.
I should have been here, he quietly reflected, nothing outwardly betraying his internal emotions. If I hadn't defected the month before...I would have been here. Would I be able to visit like I am now? Would I have seen Katie at all? Would...would I have been in Azkaban, with the rest of them?
The thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. Regulus had left the flat while Katie and Adriana were napping together, needing a reminder of the reason he was living like a muggle now. Of the reason he'd left the comfort and security of his family's home and old money, to scrub his own dishes and fold his own shirts.
He couldn't see it, but he knew that down the road was James Potter's house. The house where his brother spent much of his waking time, when he wasn't at work. Where James and Lily Potter were living comfortable lives in one of the premiere wizarding villages in the country. They were modern and happy, their son a few months younger than Regulus's Katie.
That was where it had happened. Where everything had ground to a screeching halt. Where the world had ended.
Regulus didn't walk towards it, but he knew it was there. Knowing was enough. He didn't need to loiter outside of their home like one of the shameless tourists that plagued this village, staring at their windows hungrily as if they contained some sort of magical secret. Because what the windows contained was nothing more than what he already had in his own flat--a family that was very grateful to be alive.
Turning his face the other way, Regulus shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling that it was too brisk to leave them in the bitter breeze any longer. Lifting one foot, he took a step towards the churchyard and disappeared with a crack, returning to his family.