Boggart!Regulus
Word Count: 516
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Regulus liked his small spaces. They were a good place to hide for the smoke-like creature.
Well, right now smoke-like. At another point of time he might be a clown or a spider or even a mummy.
He liked being a mummy. That was always funny. Regulus liked fun, but he hated laughter.
Laughter was terrible, for him at least. It never failed to hurt him.
How he wished he was literally anything but this. Why couldn't he be a human, a vampire or anything but a boggart? Why did the universe curse him with this burden?
Regulus sighed. There was no point in wallowing in self pity. He curled his smoke-y form in a corner of the drawer he had chosen. It was really comfy, just like he preferred.
Maybe this time he could have some time alone before he was discovered. He always was, but with some luck that might take hours or even days.
Then again, he rarely had luck so what exactly was he expecting at this point? Undisturbed peace and quiet were a dream for him—and his kind did not even sleep!
He just wanted to be alone.
Only, not really.
Regulus would have loved some company, but his nature forbid it. Why would anyone befriend something—yes, he thought of himself as something, not someone—that turned into their worst fear?
He would not want that himself and saw no reason why anyone else would.
The smoke-like creature curled further in his corner.
Yes, he was definitely not wallowing in self pity right now. It had worked out quite well.
Regulus was lying to himself.
Not long after that, he heard some muffled voices from outside the desk.
So much for peace and quiet. Was he really requesting that much?
The drawer was opened once a couple of minutes had gone past—it sounded like a lesson. Was he in a lesson?—and he turned into a spider, the greatest fear of the one closest to him.
He hated spiders and consequently despised turning into one.
For once, he was glad when he was forced to transform into something else. A banshee.
Those things were loud. Too loud for Regulus to like them, but certainly better than spiders.
The students—they had to be—took turns and Regulus was a corpse, an illusion of a cliff—and that was very weird—a bee, a guy with an axe, and several other things.
Then, two people stepped forward as once.
The one on the left feared slugs, the one on the right loosing body parts.
Regulus turned into half a slug.
This wasn't even close to the best idea he had had in his existence, but at least it caused the young humans to laugh enough to enable him to leave.
One day, he would figure out why he could not do that without laughter.
One day, he would find a space to hide for the rest of his existence—however long that might be.
One day, he would finally stop making other beings afraid.
That day might be in the far future, but it would come; one day.
As of right now I am not planning any more chapters. In the future, I might continue some of these here.
Please tell me what you think!
~Marvelgeek42