For Truth or Dare over at Quidditch League. Use your favorite color as inspiration.
Silver and emerald. Regulus touches the tie, trailing his finger down one colored stripe, then the other. This is what he's wanted for long, what he's supposed to be.
Blacks are Slytherins. Anything else is unheard of and dangerous.
But that's just it, isn't it? It isn't unheard of now, and that's exactly why his tie doesn't feel quite right now.
His eyes drift over to the Gryffindor table where Sirius sits, laughing with his friends. Sirius is not dressed in silver and emerald, like a good Black is meant to be. It defies everything Regulus has ever known, and it's meant to keep them apart, to make Regulus hare him.
It doesn't. Something deep within Regulus stirs, and it makes his heart ache. Part of him wants to be there with Sirius. As long as he can remember, Regulus has always looked at his brother like he's some sort of hero. It isn't fair that something as simple as the colors on their ties can separate them and weaken their bond.
Sirius looks up, catching his eye. For a moment, Regulus feels the briefest flutter of hope. This is it; this is the moment he's been waiting for, and everything is going to be okay. Despite their differences, they will still be brothers, still be friends. Prejudice cannot shake them.
Sirius' eyes flicker to Regulus' tie. There's a flicker of something like pain that crosses his face, but it is quickly replaced by disgust. Eyes narrowing, he returns his attention to his friends.
The world seems to grow a little colder. Despite the warmth in the Great Hall and the excited chatter as the feast begins, Regulus has never felt so cold, so alone.
Sirius doesn't look at him again, not once.
Regulus adjusts his tie. Silver and emerald. He is a Black, a Slytherin, and his brother hates him for it.
It isn't fair that he will never have everything that he wants.
