I am leaving I am leaving, but the fighter still remains

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*Regulus' London is not the one that appears on muggle postcards. His internal landmarks have never been Buckingham Palace or Piccadilly Circus, and the crosswalk at Abbey Road is no more special to him than any other of it's kind. With his second city and all it's magic, history, splendor and comforts hidden always just behind or in between the muggle world, Regulus' London remains incredibly separated from the people inhabiting the other. So much so that, on the rare occasion Regulus, with all his cripplingly shy superiority and cripplingly wizarding clothing, tries to talk a walk on the other side, his mechanisms of shielding himself from their attention simply don't rate.

They had just been curious, four of them even younger than himself, just been amused by this small and strange one-boy fancy dress party who looked like a prick out of a BBC period drama. When Regulus got away from them, however, with only ruffled hair a missing scarf and a bit of a shove for a fond memory, he may as well have been beaten and dipped in a hospital waste bin of filth for all the shaken up he is. He makes it in though his front door, but no sooner does the lock clank into place does he collapse in familiar familiar anxiety, wilting like an inked illustration of the fairer sex.*

Kreacher-