Paint It... Potter?

The Dessert Fork.

Little tw. This contains some violence.blood and vomit. It's not too bad, but yeah, there's some. So if you don't want that, I'll mark it for where it stops and starts. Anyway, enjoy

Blood. It always came down to blood pure blood. Mudblood.

"Sirius for your Ill will against my blood, you shall pay in Yours."

So here, Regulus was late night, or maybe early morning now cleaning Sirius's blood off of the place mat.

Dinner had been going fine. Polite conversation, what was happening in school. Bella's engagement ball the following evening. Who had top marks in school. The usual routine of purebloods trying to one up each other

"Well, my son is at the top of his class." Lucius puffed his chest out a bit in pride. Sirius snorted. His mother snapped her head in his direction.

"Would you care to share what you find so funny?" Sirius was looking down at his plate. But he was still smiling. A mistake. He let out a laugh.

"That's a lie." He lifted his head a little daring to make eye contact with Walburga. Another mistake.

"What is a lie?" She asked, gaining anger.

"He's not top in his class." Abraxas was appalled.

"Are you insinuating that my son and I are liars?!" Sirius gave a real laugh.

"Yes." He stood, pressing his hands to the table. "He's not even close." He laughed again, running a hand through his hair.

"W-what do you mean? My son is ab-" he cut him off.

"Your son isn't first in his class." Sirius said, holding a finger up as to hush the older man.

"W- well, how would you know?"

"Because I'm first." He looked for his mother's approval. She almost gave a proud smirk at Abraxas. Sirius was a shit liar. They both wanted a mother. But their mother didn't seem to want to be one.

"Surely he's second then." Abraxas said with a flippant wave of his hand.

"He's sixth. Behind James Potter, Remus Lupin, Lilly Evans, and Severus Snape." Sirius grinned at him, finding it funny that the precious Malfoy heir wasn't so perfect.

"Well, surely there must be a mistake." Abraxas gave a nervous sort of chuckle."I mean my son coming second to mudbloods and blood traitors." He scoffed "not to mention the dirty halfbreed. I mean his father was a pureblood but he had to go ruin it mingling with the bloody muggles. At least the snape boy is in a respectable house." His parents nodded in agreement

But Sirius jumped up at those words "Don't say that." He was halfway across the table." Abraxas had a drink or so in.

"Ha, what? Mudblood? MUDBLOOD!" He yelled. "Nobody, not a future disappointment and misuse of Black blood, can tell me what to say."

Kreatcher had served desert. While Sirius and Abraxas were nose to nose, everyone else was being served It wasn't custom, but neither was a screaming match over dinner. Walburga was a step away from cutting them off.

"You're a pathetic excuse of a wizard young man."

"You're a waste of space"

"Take your ugly ass fake blonde hair and-"

"Sirius" She had had enough. It was not proper. "Sirius enough." She said louder. She grabbed his shoulder as a warning. He pushed it off.

"SIRIUS. ORION. BLACK. LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER" their father didn't often speak but when he did it was loud. Booming.

He still didn't stop. He grabbed Abraxas's collar. Regulus had tried to stop him. Kicking him under the table. But he didn't stop. Nobody insulted Remus. James could take it. Lily would fight back. And honestly Sirius didn't give a damn what happend to Snape.

Walburga went to pull him down. And he pushed back more aggressively. That was his worst mistake.

~~~~~~blood

He watched in almost slow motion how his mother picked up her dessert fork and sent it through his brother's hand.

Sirius let out a shriek. "Ow! What the fuck?!" There soon to be blood soon. Regulus hated blood.

But, for the time being Sirius's hand was stuck to the table. There wasn't blood. But there were tears in the corners of his brother's eyes.

He pulled out the fork which only made it worse. The Malfoys gathered and left. Sirius had blood everywhere. His mother was screaming.

Sirius needed to control himself. Merlin. How did regulus speak of control when he had trouble himself.

When would he learn to stop? You can't keep going. You need to listen, to respect. To fear.

The blood was pooling on the table flying around the room with the movements of his hands. Orion had left the room.

The blood ran across the table putting dark stains in their already dark green placemats. It soaked into the wood filling the individual grains.

Regulus felt sick. He never was a fan of blood. He remembered how when they were little running around with their cousins at the beach how belatrix had hexed Sirius. He remembered how he fell on a patch of particularly sharp rocks, staining them a dark crimson. There were cuts on his hands.

Regulus couldn't help then either. He, just like back then felt the familiar feeling. The heat in his temples and the sour taste on his tounge. He vomited on the table. It mixed with his brothers blood turning into a disgusting concoction.

~~~~~blood and such is over

His brother was now gone from the room and he was made to clean the mess. No wands. He was scrubbing at the grains in the table little specs still stuck in it.

"Master regulus. You must be sleeping now let me do it." Kreatcher tried to release him from his duty.

" but mother, she said." Kreatcher put a stop to it taking the rages out of his hands.

"Off to bed master regulus. Big day tomorrow. You'll be needing rest."

"But, but mother said-" Kreatcher cut him off

"What mistress doesn't know." Kreatcher shrugged. Regulus gave a worried nod of agreement.

"I suppose so, thank you." Regulus stood up brushing off his knees.

He all but ran upstairs and laid on the floor, letting the coolness of the hardwood soak into his bones. Regulus hated the cold. But it had a way of making him numb. It felt right in that moment.

He found himself subconsciously tapping the rhythm of come together on the floor. It had become his favorite off of his album. Merlin, muggles really could be magic.

He let himself forget about school. And about Sirius. The thoughts of tomorrow's ball were gone from his mind. He fell into a peace less sleep there on his floor