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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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[regulus]

It's good to know that my draw is still so strong.

[pridegoesbefore]

As though it could ever be otherwise, my darling boy.

[regulus]

I only wish it worked on everyone.

[pridegoesbefore]

And who have you set your sights upon?

[regulus]

No one that matters. You know, I rather think my draw only works on those of a feminine persuasion.

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh, my precious boy. You are far too hard on yourself.

[regulus]

Or perhaps simply honest, and there's no harm in that. It's probably for the best, anyway.

[pridegoesbefore]

You might as well tell me who it is. It's not as though we've the same reality to go back to.

[regulus]

[Mumbled into her shoulder with much embarrassment--]

Evelyn Selwynn.

[pridegoesbefore]

[Oh.



Oh, dear.

Hiding her smile in his hair.]

It could have been his sister. You ought to be thankful for small mercies.

[regulus]

I was made to dance with her, once. I still haven't forgiven her for scuffing my shoes so horribly. Her brother is... I don't know, there's just something about him that seems so ideal...

[pridegoesbefore]

If there's one thing I'm certain of, it's that there's no understanding what the heart wants, darling boy.

[regulus]

Is this even the work of the heart, or my misguided head?

[pridegoesbefore]

You'll find they intertwine far more than we'd like.

[regulus]

Perhaps. At least, if it were all the head, I could find a way to switch off these silly fantasies for good.

[pridegoesbefore]

There's nothing wrong with fantasy, sweetheart. Nothing at all.

Sometimes it's the only thing you have to hold on to.

[regulus]

I feel as though I spend most of my life, living in fantasy.

[pridegoesbefore]

...don't we all.



Well. Shall we have some tea?

[regulus]

I could do with some to invigorate me.

[pridegoesbefore]

And perhaps some petit fours, too.

[regulus]

That would be perfect.

[pridegoesbefore]

Mm. I've my moments.

[regulus]

Frequently occurring moments, I should add.

[pridegoesbefore]

[Have a delighted smile as she pours for two.]

[regulus]

[As long as you'll have the terribly content on on Regulus' face.]

That tea smells divine.