*The world is a much harsher place than Regulus had once conceived it to be, and it continues to batter him with that reality even this far into the English countryside, even this alone. This lonely place is still first and foremost a forced refuge for Barty, but it has wormed its way into Regulus as well, and he has begun to feel a vague and faceless haunting that grows stronger with each day he keeps the both of them caged inside. To someone who grows up knowing one's ancestors better than they know their own mother, being in a place where so many of them have ceased to be is rather disconcerting to someone as faded as Regulus himself feels.
There is so much more to be done than he can do now. So many difficulties to figure though and bridges to cross - they cannot stay here forever, Barty reminds him seemingly daily - and on top of all other responsibilities Regulus is finding living without a house elf to be far more work than he ever assumed. It is Kreacher his mind is on, and not his deal against Voldemort, when the windows stiffen in an unnatural chill and the constant worry in his stomach pitches heavily around in a warning fit. It doesn't take long at this point for Regulus to recognise he has a visitor.
Regulus locks the back patio door behind him with (now always slightly) shaking hands, as though the antiquated deadbolt will keep Barty safe inside without him. In the dark pane of glass he sees the shadowy figures of the Dementors before turning to face them.
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Date: 2011-11-12 07:00 am (UTC)There is so much more to be done than he can do now. So many difficulties to figure though and bridges to cross - they cannot stay here forever, Barty reminds him seemingly daily - and on top of all other responsibilities Regulus is finding living without a house elf to be far more work than he ever assumed. It is Kreacher his mind is on, and not his deal against Voldemort, when the windows stiffen in an unnatural chill and the constant worry in his stomach pitches heavily around in a warning fit. It doesn't take long at this point for Regulus to recognise he has a visitor.
Regulus locks the back patio door behind him with (now always slightly) shaking hands, as though the antiquated deadbolt will keep Barty safe inside without him. In the dark pane of glass he sees the shadowy figures of the Dementors before turning to face them.
"I don't have-" "Any news-" "-for you-*