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ii, OBSTINATE ENDINGS !
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( fate extends its hand and seizes. )
—REGULUS SAT BEFORE A group of people, all clinging to his word. There was Circe's mother, her girlfriend, and of course, the marauders ( & co ). The first thing that'd happened when he poured into the Potter household was a lengthy embrace between him and Sirius, where the older boy released all of his built-up feelings.
It would've been a cardinal moment, if Circe wasn't chained to Praesidium.
He'd wanted to stay at the organisation, to fight and fight until he reached her. Until they could feel their skin overlap. But, he'd suffered a gash across his leg, when one of Philomena's spells hit his calf, and thus he was sent to the floor... basically immobilised. He'd clawed out of the place, apparated, and stumbled to the Potter home.
He must've spent a week in recovery, trying to squirm out of the blockages Euphemia and Fleamont put over him. He just wanted to see Circe, and yet he was refused this desire. He had to recover. How bittersweet? He was allowed to heal as she suffered. Ironically cruel.
When his limbs were back to their full potential, he began to converse on what to do moving forwards. Regulus could retrace every word from what Circe'd said, just before they had left for Praesidium. However, he didn't care. No matter what, he was going in for her. When the roles were reversed, the Einar did everything to save him, and this favour would never go unnoticed.
"I'm going back for her." he demanded, not sparing room for them to object. His mind was set on this, and who was to deny him? Not even Sirius could argue against this foolish plan; if it was Remus, he'd be in Regulus' exact position.
It was to be expected.
Circe's mother cradled a missing arm, being one of the effects of the revolt. After the founding men had been slaughtered, the rest of the organisation went into a state of chaos. Though as soon as they stepped out of the building, their minds went blank, and they lost everything.
