Authors note: I didn't die! I just got super busy with work. I'm going to be honest, this chapter is getting posted without finishing everything I wanted because I don't want you all to wait any longer. Enjoy!
★ Regulus Black ★
"Can I borrow your transfiguration notes?" James asked, turning to Regulus.
Eyebrows furrowing Regulus turned around on the bed so he could face him, "You do know I'm a year behind you, correct?"
"You do know I'm a year behind you, correct?" James mocked, scoffing, "No shit, dumbarse. I need to see if Minnie's taught a lesson already or if this prank idea I have will work."
Regulus raised an eyebrow at James, unamused by his tone. "Well, considering you're so brilliantly confident in your prank, I suppose I can lend you my notes," he replied, "Just don't blame me if your brilliant plan backfires. They're in my trunk, find them."
James raised an eyebrow at him, "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"Not like you'll find an engagement ring." Regulus sang, turning back over to finish his book.
"No, I just found it in your pocket the other day." He responded already rummaging through the trunk.
"Too bad it wasn't for you."
James paused in his search, glancing over at Regulus. "What if I... I wear it around my neck, then. Show everyone that you've already... you know... claimed me."
Regulus stared at the page in his book no longer able to process the words on the page, "What?" He asked, blinking repeatedly to check he was awake.
James smirked, pulling the ring out of his pocket. "You know, like a medieval knight's lady would wear her favour around his neck. Symbolic and all that. I know how you like that traditional stuff."
Regulus sat up, looking at James with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "You want to wear my family ring as a symbol that I've claimed you?" he asked, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
James chuckled, holding the ring between his fingers. "Well, yeah. It's a Black family heirloom, right? Shows that you've got dibs on this handsome bloke."
Regulus shook his head, still grinning, "You're unbelievable, Potter."
"Is that a yes?" James asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Regulus sighed dramatically, "Yes, Potter, you can wear the damn ring. But if anyone asks, it's just a prank or some stupid codependent thing you have with Sirius. We know everyone will believe that."
"Deal!" James said, a triumphant smile on his face as he slipped the ring onto a chain he had around his neck. "There, now everyone will know I'm spoken for."
"This is crazy." He breathed.
James shrugged, "You're the one who told me to keep it."
Regulus rolled his eyes, "Just don't go flashing it around like a lunatic. It's bad enough I'm associated with you, don't tarnish the Black family name any further."
"Wouldn't want anyone thinking you've gone soft, now would we?" James rolled his eyes as he searched through Regulus's trunk for the transfiguration notes. He muttered to himself as he dug through the contents.
Regulus glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "You know, if you're hoping to find something embarrassing, you won't. I'm not as careless as you are."
"You masturbated with a peach once, Regulus, I don't know what more embarrassing I could find about you."
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