wrath ; regulus black

six.

She would estimate it took the pair two hours before they were stumbling down the long hallway, her giggles echoing against the old walls. His body staggered as he tried to walk into a straight line as they struggled down the hallway; he would often lose his balance bumping into her trying his hardest not to fall down.

Viviana also kept falling against him, instantly trying to propel herself away from the constant physical touch. Thus resulting in many picture frames falling to the ground and her head clashing against the wall many times.

"You are so loud!" Regulus whisper-yelled, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter. She couldn't stop laughing; she didn't have the slightest clue what she thought was funny. Her hand grasped onto her stomach trying to ease the cramps forming from how much she tried to hold in this fit of laughter.

Yet again, Regulus lost his balance and bumped into her body. This time, however, she was too distracted to hold her own balance. She felt her legs give in, sending her to the ground with a large thud. To her horror, this only seemed to fuel her giggles.

"Ow," She muttered, her head a literal bird's nest from how much it had been hitting the wall, her clothes no longer ironed flat, and her face slightly red from how hard the impact was when she fell to the ground.

"Shut up, get up," He looked down at her as she stayed on the floor, unmoving, and looking up at him as if he were a madman for telling her to get up.

"Me? Are you talking to me?" She slurred, dramatically pointing her finger toward herself. Her tone was slightly amused as if he had absolutely no right to be speaking to her that way.

"Get over yourself,"

She narrowed her eyes at him, gaze traveling down his body to the hand he stretched out to help her up. Everything was a trap in her mind, especially when it came to Regulus Black. Even drunk, she knew to never accept any help from anyone, no matter how small the gesture. It always came with a price.

Pushing herself off the floor (without any help from Regulus), she stumbled toward the closest door assuming it was her bedroom.

To her surprise, it was not; however, she instantly recognized the room. It was empty, besides an empty mattress in the middle of the room. The room was much smaller than the rest and there was rarely any room for storage of any kind. Knowing it was Sirius's room, she knew he didn't really need storage as it was. He barely had anything except the clothes on his back.

"This is Sirius's room, he described it to me," She looks around, arms crossed over her chest and lips slightly ajar imagining the young boy living here until he was around sixteen years old.

"Don't start with this, let's go," Regulus practically shoved her out of the room, shutting the door and hiding the empty bones of the bedroom Sirius had once lived in before being driven to run away.

She looked up at him, eyelashes covering her gaze and hiccups beginning to echo from her chest. "You are a real--" hiccup "dick, you know that."

"Yes. I do know that," He smirked, looking down at her body as she convulsed with every hiccup.

Scoffing, she walked past him bumping into his shoulder. She trailed her finger along the walls trying to keep her balance as she walked toward the next room. This one was labeled, unlike Sirius's. The name Bellatrix was carved on the door with messy handwriting.

"That one you should for sure not go in if you wish to live," He warned.

Without hesitation, she barged through the door knowing Bellatrix was most likely hundreds of miles away kissing the Dark Lords feet.