A/N: Little note, there's a playlist for this chapter, woo! It's under the external link on the chapter, or there's a super long link here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Y3Dajf1AJmgFouZE7bQvM?si=879f9148f721450d (Essentially, Wattpad is dumb and doesn't let you have hyperlinks, eye roll.)
TW: Cigarettes, alcohol, swearing, negative self-talk..... let me know if I missed anything.
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so - Pilot, Magic
Regulus
Regulus does not like parties. Or at least, he doesn't like Gryffindor parties. They're always loud, and bright, and there are so many drunk people. Normally, Regulus would never attend one, too busy nursing his burnt pride from losing the Quidditch game. However, today, Sirius has asked him to attend, and Regulus jumped at the idea. Maybe he'll find a way to get under James's -Potter's- skin.
So, now he's standing before the mirror in his dorm, trying to put together a muggle outfit that would fit into that sort of environment. He asked Dorcas for help, as she's generally good with fashion, plus Barty (who is his usual go-to) is off with Evan snogging somewhere. Not something Regulus would like to see, thank you very much.
After some debate, he managed to find a pair of his favourite black pants and a black shirt. He's rolled up the sleeves just above his elbows and left the top two buttons down because it's a party, not a damn dinner event. He's also got a few rings on, and one of his favourite silver necklaces, which is a set of tiny antlers.
"So, does it work?" He says, turning to Dorcas who's reading a magazine on his bed.
She looks up, eyeing him up and down, "Yeah, it's good, who are you trying to impress hm?" She smirks.
He huffs, "My first cousin once removed."
"Pretty sure that's your dad babes." She says, flipping the page.
He snorts, she does have a point. "Touche."
"Bloody incest in that family is ridiculous."
"They wanted me to marry Bellatrix."
Dorcas laughs sharply, "They what?!"
Regulus nods, "Before I left."
"Well fuck."
"Agreed."
Regulus puts his book bag away and straightens his collar. "Okay, we should get going."
"Yup." Dorcas stands, and they walk towards the Gryffindor tower.
Even before they get to the common room they can hear the sound of music and terrible singing. Regulus steps in through the portrait hole first, and is assaulted by the scent of sweat and alcohol. Lovely. There are people everywhere, dancing, singing, drinking, fighting with Peter, who is in charge of the music. Sirius is standing on a table dancing with James and Marlene, a plastic cup in his hand. He's belting a song that Regulus vaguely knows at the top of his lungs.
"Well, you're built like a car
You've got a hubcap diamond star halo!"
Regulus smiles a little, amused by his brother. Sirius continues, shimmying as he sings.
"You're built like a car, oh yeah
Well, you're an untamed youth"
He spots Regulus, beckoning to him to join. Regulus shakes his head firmly, going to find a drink.
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