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Regulus awakens to the bleak Manchester midmorning sun streaking through the barely shut curtains. He and James must have been too lazy to shut them the night before, too much anguish taking up space in both of their restless heads, Regulus supposes.
He glances cross the room. James is already gone, his bed already neatly made up; just like Euphemia taught him. Regulus huffs at the sight. Mother's and their son's have always frustrated him. He can't imagine a time that they won't frustrate him either.
"God, sprog," Regulus mumbles to his belly as he snuggles closer into the blankets he's mounted atop himself. He isn't feeling particularly well this morning. He's got those god awful growing cramps and a headache, perhaps even a heartache from his argument with James. He decides what better way to worsen his heart ache, than to write.
"Your dad, God, your dad," Regulus grumbles, reaching towards the nightstand and grabbing his journal and the black ball point pen that usually sat aside his journal.
Still laying down, Regulus begins to scribble, practically projectile vomiting the contents of his mind onto the page.
Your dads already left. He left sometime before I woke up, his bed's all neatly put together, so much so; I'm willing to bet if I open the closet door, there'll be a maid's outfit residing and lurking within the darkest corner; fancy that, James Potter's ulterior life, eh?
We had an argument last night.
It was brutal, definitely not one of my best nights. It wasn't a good night on anyone's account, I'll be direly honest. I don't like to fight with your daddy. I mean, between my mother and my father's wonderful genetics coursing through me, I'm not exactly prone to biting my tongue, I figure.
It's how uncle Sirius and I tend to work.
We fight and shove people away. But lucky for uncle Sirius, uncle Remus just seems to shove him even further away so they balance one another out just fine on the anguish scale.
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FanfictionSTONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY LOVE, IT TAUGHT ME TO LIE LIFE, IT TAUGHT ME TO DIE SO IT'S NOT HARD TO FALL WHEN YOU FLOAT LIKE A CANNONBALL INWHICH James Potter is in a band and Regulus Black is in therapy.
