Behind the Façade: A Regulus Black Story
A series of stories, centered around the often over looked Black brother, to paint a picture of life on the inside of this rather dark family.
"You fight about money
'bout me and my brother
And this I come home to,
This is my shelter"
Regulus Black had just unpacked the last of his clothing when a shrill noise, almost a shrike, disturbed the peaceful quiet that had been his room. Two hours, new record.
He and his brother, Sirius, had just returned "home for the holidays", the thought of spending weeks trapped at home with his family made Regulus' stomach turn in a sickening knot.
They, his parents… if one could call them that, fought constantly. And, to tell the truth, it drove him completely bloody bonkers! Once, just once, he would like come 'home' to a place where the people didn't necessarily like each other per say, but could at lest tolerate each other enough to not shout constantly.
He fell onto his bed and closed his eyes. He had just reached a state of calmed numbness when the piercing sound of breaking porcelain shattered his train of thought. Growling in annoyance, he sat up and grabbed his wand, casting a silencing charm at the door, he successfully blocked out his ridiculously dim-witted family.
Falling back to his previous position, he stared up at his ceiling and grinned sourly to himself:
"Happyy freaking Christmas, Reg."