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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.

[regulus]

That's just how my face is.

[blackasday]

You can smile, I've seen it before. You don't fool me.

[regulus]

Don't have to if I don't want to. [Now he's just being contrary for the sake of it.]

[blackasday]

I'm not afraid to tell you bad jokes until you smile.

[regulus]

If I can go through a Christmas party without smiling, I think I can endure your jokes without cracking, too.

[blackasday]

I don't expect you to smile due to humour, only to make me stop.

How does an Eskimo get to work?

[regulus]

...Isn't that a form of torture?


No idea, Sirius, do tell.

[blackasday]

You just need to smile to end it.

Bicycle.

[regulus]

Yes, but you're forcing me to do so.

I don't get i-- oh. Merlin, Sirius, that one's just awful.

[blackasday]

Let's just see who'll break first. And I know; awfully great.

Why didn't the dead Slytherin fight in the war?

[regulus]

I may need more firewhiskey for this.


[Sigh.] Aside from the obvious, why?

[blackasday]

Drink then, make merry.

Because he didn't have the guts.