Black Rose [Regulus Black]

14 - lovely reunions & romantic fantasies

"Oh," she began awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "It's...nice to meet you?"

Her eyes roved over the group of four boys facing her and Reg. One of the boys had sandy hair and light scars covering his face, the other had jet black hair and glasses, and the other was short and had this seemingly innocent air about him.

And Sirius. Sirius looked very similar to Reg, with the same prominent cheekbones, jet black hair and piercing grey eyes, although in Sandra's own unbiased opinion, Reg looked slightly better.

"How do you know each other?" Sirius demanded, and she blinked in surprise as she realised that the brothers' personalities seemed extremely different. Reg seemed calmer, more level-headed, while Sirius seemed to be the confrontational type. Sirius and his mother were alike in that aspect, then.

"We-"

"It's none of your business," Regulus snapped. "Get lost."

"Reg!" she exclaimed, not understanding what had come over him.

"I wasn't talking to you," Sirius replied with equal hostility, and she started to feel unnerved with how quickly the situation was escalating. Nobody else around them seemed to notice the group gathered to the side of the exit though, they were all too wrapped up in their own excitement, and she wished that she'd waited for her friends instead of rushing off due to the heat and discomfort she'd been feeling inside the cramped quarters of the concert hall. "What are you two doing here?"

"Did you not understand the meaning of 'none of your business'?"

"It is my business if you're coming to a Muggle concert. Is this some sort of sick Death Eater ploy you lot are up to, to burn down the concert hall?"

"You are also in a Muggle concert, and have blown up far more things in one month than I have in my lifetime. Why don't you go fraternise with your bloodtraitor friends, and let us go our own separate ways."

Sirius ignored him and turned to face Alessandra, and she instantly noticed some similarities between him and his mother. The determined set of their mouth and the way their eyebrows creased together when they were irate bore striking resemblance, and flashbacks of her previous encounters with the banshee appeared in her head.

"And who are you?"

"I already told you-"

"Sirius, mate, maybe we should-" the sandy haired boy spoke up, but Sirius paid him no heed.

"So you are the new Death Eater in-training, huh?"

Two of the boys groaned.

"I am not a Death Eater," she snapped, her good mood now ruined. Sirius and his mother were truly alike, and she decided that she didn't really like him. "What's it to you if Reg and I are at a Muggle concert? You're at a Muggle concert too, aren't you? It's not a crime to be here, so leave us alone."

"It is if you're a Death Eater."

"Are you daft? Did you not hear me when I said that I'm not a Death Eater?" she asked incredulously, surprised at how idiotic and unreasonable he was being. "I'm just coming out of a concert, and my friend came here to greet me. If anything, the questionable one here is you, because it's you that is disturbing us."

"She's right. We haven't done shit, so fuck off." Reg added smugly, and she subtly rolled her eyes at his childish eagerness to stick it to his brother.

Sirius glowered at them, reaching for his wand, and Reg did the same. The bespectacled boy behind them finally interjected, tugging his friend's arm.

"Leave it, mate. If they were planning something, they would have struck by now."