Regulus glanced into the mirror surreptitiously, even though there was no one with him — Sirius had gone out to fetch something edible, since they didn't have much muggle money left. He couldn't believe it; they'd finally found the shop. It took them about 2 years, but there were too many places to look, in his defence.
Now, they'd decided that Regulus would disguise himself as a rich aristocrat, in search for some fancy trinkets. A polyjuice later, he actually looked the part of a snobby gentleman looking for something worthy of his money. Since Sirius had broken his ties with the 'elite' society when he was 15, and was too loud and coarse to play the part, he would be Regulus's secretary.
Currently guised up, he could not help but have second thoughts. Sneakily glancing into the mirror, as though intimidated by his charade, he paced the hotel room, waiting with dread for the arrival of his brother. A few of his mother's phrases floated into his brain, unbidden.
Posture straight! Why is it never straight? Your brother's is much better. Even after becoming a Blood Traitor — when will you become worthy of the title of the heir of such a noble house?
Why are you faltering? An heir of a noble house doesn't falter, especially a Black. Did you ever learn something from that useless brother of yours? Oh, if he hadn't run away and become a Blood Traitor ... stop that boy, one must not fidget!
Regulus quickly stopped his twitching fingers, and attempted to smooth his hair — only to make it worse.
He swore, before quickly picked up a comb to fix it.
No wrinkles on clothes, not a hair out of place — clam, collected, not matter what happens. You must be unfazed. Never let anyone know what unnerves you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? And keep you mouth shut unless spoken too. Don't you dare to dirty our family's name.
"Hey little brother," a jolly Sirius Black burst in, his arms full of takeout container. "I've got the food."
Regulus jerked haphazardly, causing the comb to fly out of his hand and hit the mirror, hard.
"Careful Reg, you don't want to take the poor mirror's eye out, do you?" Sirius joked, making a beeline for the small kitchen.
Regulus turned to face the mirror, and shuddered when he saw his reflection. The small amount of polyjuice he had consumed — just to humour his brother's persistent nagging — was wearing off, revealing his dangerously ruffled hair, which looked like a bird had attacked them. He winced, quickly summoning the comb — he shouldn't be so ... sloppy.
Quickly assembling his 'dignified' appearance, looking completely unfazed — as if he just hadn't had a mini meltdown about their plan — he went into the kitchen to grab some food.
"Hey Reg, I was just about to bring the plates. Are you okay? You looked quite troubled when I entered," Sirius asked, his brows furrowed with worry.
Regulus harshly swallowed a large lump in his throat. "Of course I'm fine," he said a bit waspishly. "Let's eat. We have a plan to execute."
Sirius nodded, his obviously worried gaze not lifting from his brother as they finished they're light meal.
"Let's got," Regulus said, quickly cleaning his plate with a wave of his wand, watching it float back to its fellows.
Sirius too sprang up to his feet, and both brothers apparated to the shop.
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INFERI (REGULUS BLACK)
Fanfiction"If you ever need me, I'll be at the Potter's." These were the words that kept on rolling around Regulus' head. His brother's last words before he left the house, bloodied and bruised. He didn't blame him of course. It must've been hell living as th...
