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[regulus]

[Adequate Boxing Day recovery requires tea, a good book, and a comfortable armchair in which to curl up in. Regulus appears to have supplemented his own experience with nicotine, and the Room has offered up a plate of biscuits which he has yet to touch. All of this, unfortunately, has done nothing to stop him from looking as though there were lumps of coal in his Christmas stocking.]

What absolute rot.

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[blackasday]

Get anything good?

[regulus]

Books, mostly. A pair of cufflinks, some nice shoes, probably nothing that interests you.

[blackasday]

That does sound pretty boring.

Good thing I got you something so good.

[regulus]

I didn't get the gloves I wanted, but I'll get over it.


And suddenly, I'm suspicious.

[blackasday]

Dear brother, I'm offended.

[But oh boy Sirius is grinning. He hands Regulus a badly wrapped present, in it is about fifteen vials of Bertie Bott's every flavoured firewhiskey.]

[regulus]

What? I've every right to be--

[At least it's easy enough to rip open.]

Naughty. What would Mother say if she knew you were encouraging me to drink?

[blackasday]

When have I ever cared what that old hag thinks?

...I think one is tea flavoured.

[regulus]

Don't call her that, Sirius. She's still your mother.

...Which one do you think it might be?

[blackasday]

She said I was no longer her son, so she's no longer my mother.

Um, that one--?

[regulus]

Well, don't talk about my mother like that in front of me, then.

[He'll be opening a vial to have a taste.]

--Not like good quality tea, mind you. But still nice.

[blackasday]

...pity I was right.

[regulus]

Were you hoping it was vomit-flavoured?

[blackasday]

Maybe just chilli flavoured or something. Don't look so serious, Reg.

[pridegoesbefore]

Liar. I'm sure parts of it were something approaching reasonably decent.

[regulus]

I still say it's absolutely irredeemable.

[pridegoesbefore]

You didn't get everything you wanted?

[regulus]

And had to endure the worst party on top of it all.

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh, darling - I hope I got you something wonderful to make up for it.

[regulus]

Any gift is wonderful if it's from you. I believe I'm just constitutionally opposed to parties in general.

[You have one horrifying experience and suddenly they're all ruined for you...]

[pridegoesbefore]

Let me guess... an over-abundance of mistletoe and too many young ladies vying for your affections, whether you want to give them or not?

[regulus]

I don't know what it is that I've done to deserve all that attention.

[pridegoesbefore]

You're the heir, darling boy.

[regulus]

Well, that makes it worse, then.

[pridegoesbefore]

C'est la vie, n'est-il pas? They're like moths, and will always crowd around the brightest; it's their nature.

[regulus]

Mais je ne veux pas être le plus brillant. It's the worst thing to be noticed, especially by the wrong people.