speak now | regulus black

9

better than revenge – taylor swift

"she's not a saint, she's not what you think."

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Sofia didn't know if it was luck or Travers's natural god-given stupidity but after a week, absolutely no fingers had been pointed at her.

She was almost sure that he at least kind of suspected she had something to do with what happened but he didn't seem sure enough to do anything yet. Especially with the recent scrutiny he'd faced for using dark magic on Sofia. Not to mention, he was pretty busy with some very desperate damage control with his friends that was very much failing.

She had done it somehow. She was absolutely cruising. Until...

"I know you did it."

Sofia froze over her cauldron. She looked at Regulus, working on his own potion a few feet away from her. "Did what?"

"Don't play dumb."

She continued working, calmly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Black."

"I think you do. I saw you making that Veritaserum last week. You hid it well but I'd recognise those ingredients anywhere."

"You saw me with some ingredients that could theoretically be used to make Veritaserum, yes. I don't know what that has to do with anything."

He continued talking as if he hadn't heard her. "I don't suppose the rest was too hard, Travers is not a bad wizard but you could probably take him, especially if you had help. Other than the Veritaserum, I found the forgetting part most impressive really. It was a clever touch. I didn't even realise until much later."

Sofia fumed silently, but she didn't answer. She was not about to incriminate herself.

"Calm down, I'm not going to tell on you. It's just the Oblivating Spell that keeps bugging me. I've seen you in Charms class, you're good, but not nearly good enough to be able to cast that spell properly. You had help, didn't you? ...My brother helped you. Didn't he?"

"I don't have to answer to you."

Regulus sighed. "No... I suppose you don't. I guess I thought you might feel inclined to answer my questions since it was my Housemate you hurt."

Sofia looked at him with a scoff. "So that's what this is about?" Her face contorted into a mocking pout. "You're worried your little blood supremacist friend got hurt by the evil Mudblood bitch?"

Regulus wasn't particularly amused. He scoffed. "I can't fucking believe you're the only person I haven't lied to about my feelings towards Muggles and you still taunt me with that."

His tone wasn't accusing, just... genuinely incredulous. That made Sofia pause. She thought back to their argument at the Durmstrang infirmary when he'd said she was being unfair.

Sofia sighed deeply, tried to calm herself down. She didn't really want to fight with him. In fact, despite what she had been telling herself, she wished that they could be... not fighting all the time.

She figured maybe the truth was the best course of action here. Was it the smartest course of action though? Questionable. "You told me you don't hate Muggles. Which is great, I guess. But your actions don't align with those beliefs. You say you don't hate Muggles, but you're still friends with people who do, you still do nothing to stop discrimination against Muggles. That, Black, is the definition of hypocrisy. And I can't be friends with someone like that. I know that you thought we were... semi-acquaintances, and honestly, I did too. But I just can't do it. I can't."