Post by Regulus Black on Apr 18, 2007 18:41:07 GMT -5
He wasn't certain why he was standing exactly where he was at the moment, but surely enough, he was standing there. The Shrieking Shack. People whispered stories about it back and forth. It was generally the topic that idle conversation drifted to when there was nothing else to discuss. Where did the shrieks come from, and why did no one hear them during the daytime? Were there spirits inhabiting the run-down building, or was that just a rumour?
Regulus brushed it off as a rumour. Either way, whatever creatures supposedly inhabited the shack he didn't care about, perhaps even didn't believe they resided there Several times he'd passed the shack, he'd often pause to think to himself for a moment. He had the strongest urge to run over and go into it, which was apparently the biggest dare there was if you were a fifth year boy. He'd do it, not for the satisfaction of knowing nothing lay past those walls, but to prove to everyone he wasn't the coward they thought him to be.
They had demeaned him enough before, but now it had become worse. And it was all his damned brother's fault too. However, a lot of his "friends" (the boys in his dormitory who talked to him, at least) often insinuated that it wasn't just Sirius's fault. It was also because of "that girl he was after." Regulus would hear none of that, even though he knew full well that the reason he nearly had his nose and arm broken, and was currently sporting a bruised eye, was because of Nemesis. Sometimes he wished he didn't like her so damn much. Yeah, that would be the day...
The air was cold, and not even just because the sun was beginning to go down. Winter had set in, adamant on staying for at least another month, and though that particularly Saturday was the warmest all week, it was still pretty damn cold. Regulus didn't let the cold get to him, even though he wore a rather light jacket over Muggle clothing--the only bit of Muggle he'd ever allow into his life--and the wind bit sharply at his face, making his cheeks and nose terribly red. His eyes stared through the thick curtain of hair that flopped over his head from his hat at the ground as he kicked at it with the toe of his shoe. He leaned down and picked up a rock, then, pulled his arm back and hurled it at the building.
It hit one of the walls, doing nothing more than cause the dilapidated house to lurch forward with a low groan, and scatter a few ravens that had been making their temporary winter home in the roof. Regulus lifted his eyes to watch the birds squawk and flit about in a haphazard fashion, obviously quite startled. Then, he smirked and picked up another rock.
Regulus brushed it off as a rumour. Either way, whatever creatures supposedly inhabited the shack he didn't care about, perhaps even didn't believe they resided there Several times he'd passed the shack, he'd often pause to think to himself for a moment. He had the strongest urge to run over and go into it, which was apparently the biggest dare there was if you were a fifth year boy. He'd do it, not for the satisfaction of knowing nothing lay past those walls, but to prove to everyone he wasn't the coward they thought him to be.
They had demeaned him enough before, but now it had become worse. And it was all his damned brother's fault too. However, a lot of his "friends" (the boys in his dormitory who talked to him, at least) often insinuated that it wasn't just Sirius's fault. It was also because of "that girl he was after." Regulus would hear none of that, even though he knew full well that the reason he nearly had his nose and arm broken, and was currently sporting a bruised eye, was because of Nemesis. Sometimes he wished he didn't like her so damn much. Yeah, that would be the day...
The air was cold, and not even just because the sun was beginning to go down. Winter had set in, adamant on staying for at least another month, and though that particularly Saturday was the warmest all week, it was still pretty damn cold. Regulus didn't let the cold get to him, even though he wore a rather light jacket over Muggle clothing--the only bit of Muggle he'd ever allow into his life--and the wind bit sharply at his face, making his cheeks and nose terribly red. His eyes stared through the thick curtain of hair that flopped over his head from his hat at the ground as he kicked at it with the toe of his shoe. He leaned down and picked up a rock, then, pulled his arm back and hurled it at the building.
It hit one of the walls, doing nothing more than cause the dilapidated house to lurch forward with a low groan, and scatter a few ravens that had been making their temporary winter home in the roof. Regulus lifted his eyes to watch the birds squawk and flit about in a haphazard fashion, obviously quite startled. Then, he smirked and picked up another rock.
