Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ~Regulus Black~

~Walburga Black and Pureblood manners~

"Daddy, can we get lemon pies while we're out?" Maren asked holding onto her father's hand as it swung. She looked up at him with her electric blue eyes that were famous in the Fawley family.

"I can't say no to you, you already know that Euphemia Jr." Fleamount Potter said to his only daughter.

"Grandma Margaret said I'm so fortunate to look like a Fawley and not a Potter," Maren said innocently as she pulled her father towards the Olivander's wand shop.

Fleamount grumbled something about Maggy Haggy. "Your grandmother a right twat, and to think I encouraged your mother to name my baby after her!" He said rubbing her black curls as he pulled the door of Olivander's open.

"Right twat aye? Wait until I tell Granny about that!" She joked. The old man that ran the shop was busy working with another family. There was a tall slender woman with a mass of black hair piled up on her head, along with two boys. One was holding a wand and had on a white jacket and black suit pants. The other one was Sirius Black! Maren almost yelled his name when she realized who she was looking at.

"Tell your grandmother and I'll have no choice but to give James my library," Fleamount whispered to his daughter.

"No, you wouldn't dare! He can't even read!"

"Maren?" Sirius asked walking up to the two Potters.

"Hello, Sirius!" Maren exclaimed as she dropped her father's hand to engulf her brother's friend in a hug. "Who is this, boy?" The cold voice of Walburga Black rang through the building right before her younger son blew up a vase.

Sirius shuffled uncomfortably away and looked down at his feet as a way to avoid his mother's harsh gaze. "Mother, this is Margaret Potter, and Mr. Fleamount Potter." His voice was soft and weary.

Shocking to both children Walburga Black smiled, sorta, and held out a gloved hand that Maren took confidently just as her mother had taught her to do, gracefully Maren fell into an almost curtsy as a way of showing respect for the older aristocratic lady. "It's wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Black, I've heard so many wonderful things about you."

"Hmm, I'm sure you have Miss. Potter. A beautiful young Lady to have here Monty, very beautiful indeed." Walburga reached forward you curl one of Maren's black curls. Unnoticed by all parties the younger Black child joined the little group of purebloods, and another family joined them in the shop.

"Yes, my Maren truly is a beauty just like her mother."

"Euphemia Fawley, correct? We were good friends back in school, I did not know she had any children. You look so much like your mother Margaret." Walburga gave the child a genuine smile. "How old is your girl, Monty?"

"She turned 11 in May." Her father set his hand on his daughter's head.

"Same age as my boy, Regulus, speaking of him, Regulus say hello." Walburga nocked the boy forward.

"Hello Ms. Potter," He bowed slightly, "Hello sir." He mumbled, greeting Maren first like the proper gentleman he is being trained to be.

"Hello Mr. Black," Maren said bending slightly.

Mr. Potter grabbed up the boy's hand firmly and shook twice before sliding his hand away, "Regulus is a very fine boy indeed. Sirius as well."

"Monty, I hate to say it, but we do need to be going we have a lot of supplies to get Regulus and Sirius of course," Walburga said treating her heir as a second thought. Walburga leaned down to Maren's right ear and whispered only for her to hear, "You see those mud bloods over there, gawking and mocking the manners us purebloods still uphold? Disgraceful, do write to me, Dear, Margaret." Walburga said before kissing the air near her right cheek, Maren did the same, and next came the air kisses next to the left ear.

Maren glanced up at the two girls in muggle clothing who were indeed looking over at the Purebloods in awe. One was a ginger girl that wore a light floral dress and the other a dark-haired girl wearing trousers and a tee shirt. She offered the two of them a smile that the ginger returned and the black-haired one rolled her eye.

"Say goodbye, boys don't be rude!" Walburga snapped at her two sons pinching Regulus in the sides.

"Goodbye Ms. Potter," Regulus said smiling lightly at her. Sirius strutted over confidently and pulled her hand up lightly just as he did at the train stop. "Goodbye Margaret." He purred before lightly kissing the back of her hand. Walburga's face lit up with a large smile at such an act. Maren thought it quite weird, and she wondered what Walburga was thinking.

Unbononsed to her she was hoping she could for a betrothal between one of her sons and the young Potter daughter. The Potters were a respected pureblood family with roots in high British Aristocrats. And seeing her muggle-loving heir press a quick kiss to her knuckles brought her a sense of peace, the thought of him being settled down at 18 with the younger Potter with a gaggle of children in the making filled her mind.