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JEALOUSY

Everyone feels jealous at one point or another, whether it's justified or not. What's important is how we deal with it... do we discuss it, fight about it, or plan epic revenge to carry out?

- Post with your character's name/series in the subject as well as any preferences.

- Others go to RNG and roll from 1-10, then respond!

- Play it out!

1 → wandering eye.

You think your lover has been looking at other's a little too often or flirting too much in your company. You can't keep quiet any longer about it.

2 → simple life

Your friend, family, or lover has always had it so much easier and you can't help but feel a little put off.

3 → don't you forget about me

Your friend or lover has found someone new they want to spend almost all their time with and you can't help but feel a little cheated.

4 → cheated

Forget just a sneaking suspicion. You've caught your lover in the act of cheating and it's driving you nuts. You have to confront them about it.

5 → for the glory

You did all the work, or at least you feel like you did, so why do they always get all the praise?

6 → moved on

You broke up or had a falling out with someone close to you and it's killing you to see how they've seemed to let go and you're stuck standing in place.

7 → because i want you

You're jealous of any attention they get because you're secretly in love with them. Time to make it known!

8 → always the favourite

Everyone always praises them or they were clearly the favourite child or just more popular with friends. You can't help but hate it.

9 → more experience

they're more experienced, either in the bedroom or in the office. Any activity, they outshine you. Who wouldn't feel a little inferior?

10 → your choice!

Didn't see something listed? Use your own idea!

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[Can be jealous!Phichit over Viktuuri (his jealousy can be rooted platonically or romantically, or maybe Phichit inadvertently making someone else jealous.]

[ooc: Would you be open to cross-canon/au?]

[ ooc: sure! ]

[ooc: Any preferences on who's the jealous one?]

[ ooc: either way would work well for Draco, but if you're not sure you can make him the jealous one. ]

[ooc: I rolled and it gave me 7, so ...Draco as the jealous one it is. Just let me know if this works.]

[Rey never asked to be part of the magical world. She never wanted to take part of something that seemingly existed only in books and tall tales. Yet, at the age of eleven, she received her letter and her life had changed since then. Magic existed, and while there were rules to them, Rey was succeeding in it. She was sorted into Ravenclaw and couldn't be happier.

The brunette was more curious about how magic worked and what she could do with it. She read as many books as she could get her hands on to learn as much as she could. Yes, she was recluse than the other girls in her class, but that didn't bother her. The young orphan wanted better for herself, especially when the time came when she had to go back to living in the Muggle world. But, over time, she warmed up to other students and became friends with them.

it wasn't lost on her the dynamics of different houses, especially the students from those houses. Harry and his crew from Gryffindor and Draco from Slytherin. Rey stayed clear from it as best as she could. She didn't want to get caught up in the drama of it, but she was paired up with Hermoine a few times throughout the course of their school years...and a few times with Draco.

There was more to the air of arrogance he cast about himself. Rey found if they stayed on topics away from Harry then their conversations were pleasant...except for the times she called him out on his stupidity. Their fights were more like spats, not to the scale of him and Harry arguing, but people still turned heads to look at them. There was even a rumor that one of them might have fancied the others.

Whether or not the rumor was true, Rey didn't know. She found Draco nice to be around...and nicer to talk to when he wasn't a prick. It was hard for her to tell if they were friends, but she never brought it up. Over the years, they continued to talk, bicker, and talk some more. Time changed people, in their looks and their mentality.

For Rey, she did grow in terms of height, but still short compared to the other boys. She was growing into a woman, and before when boys didn't notice her, now they did. Not that she paid anything attention to that. Or bothered with seeking a guy out. She was still focused on her studies to notice a different type of attention was on her.

Like now, with another classmate chatting her up after class was over, talking about the lecture, notes and asking if Rey had plans later on.]

[ Draco's friends have always been somewhat chosen for him. He'd known that he would be with Crabbe and Goyle at school and even Pansy had seemed an obvious conclusion. It wasn't that he hated the other houses, but he was quite sure that Slytherins were better than everyone else at most things that mattered. Even where schoolwork was concerned, he thought that their only real rivals were the Ravenclaws and Potter's little bushy-haired Granger friend.

When it came to friendships outside of his house, he'd never given it much thought, but he'd found himself enjoying the company of a Ravenclaw or two over the years if he was honest. Father would never approve of most of them, but father couldn't fault him for wanting to do well on his school projects, surely.

Rey was probably his favorite Ravenclaw to work with. She was intelligent and took to magic much faster than he would have expected a muggleborn witch to. The fact that she was muggleborn was, of course, another thing that his father would never approve of.

He wasn't sure why he cared so much when he saw a Ravenclaw boy talking to Rey. Maybe it was the way he was smiling at her, but it made Draco's breath come up short for a moment.

Gathering up his books hastily, he sneered as he passed them. ]

Of course she has plans. She's dating her transfigurations homework.

[Rey found herself rolling her eyes at Draco as he moved past her. She wasn't going to make any snide remarks in return, but the misguided Ravenclaw boy didn't use his mind. Rather, he wanted to turn it into a pissing contest.]

Better that than dealing with the likes of you.

[And at that, the brunette had to wince. Oh, a weak come back, and challenging Draco wasn't the brightest of ideas. Sure, she could match wits and spats with him, but someone else? Maybe not as much. Rey didn't know why words needed to be said, but she had to shut it down quickly.]

I do like Draco's company every once in a while, but I am right here. I can make my own decisions. Benny... [She let out a frustrated sigh.] Just go and I'll lend you my notes later.

[That seemed to make the young lad look a little smug, pleased that he was able to make "plans" with Rey later. As for the brunette she looked at Draco with a concern look. Really, what was that about?]

[ooc: A little in-house rivalry between the new transfer and the darling of Slytherin, courtesy of #5?]

[ ooc: that sounds excellent! ]

f/m for shipping. happy with platonic relationships too.

[It had been a stupid game to start with. They play a lot of stupid games, though, so Remus hadn't bothered to try to talk himself out of it. He'd only been half paying attention anyway, puzzling over his Potions notes while the others argued over what the best dare would be.

It takes him completely by surprise, then, when suddenly Sirius grabs him by the tie and hauls him forward into a kiss. He's so startled he can hardly register what's happening at first beyond lips and soft and oh, one hand moving to rest on Sirius' shoulder so that he doesn't topple forward right into his lap. The kiss is thorough and exquisite, and Remus feels dazed when Sirius pulls back, smirking like the cat who just got the cream.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it's as though a bucket of ice water has been upended over his head. There — standing only meters from where they're seated by an old oak tree — is Regulus and his usual band of Slytherins.]

[ He'd just been doing the usual rounds. Out with his friends - and things are calm today, really. Mostly insular really, talking about classwork and not doing much of all. They're crossing the grounds because Regulus needs to go to the library when one of his fellow Slytherins stops him dead with a smirking Black, isn't that, you know-- Well. It is, isn't it? Sirius. With Remus. Speaking of buckets of ice water, the cold drives down his spine and into his gut all at once and it stays there where he's sure it's going to fester. But the chill is a defense mechanism to keep him from shattering. Fine.

Regulus stares coldly at both Sirius and Remus for a long moment.

Then he sneers.

He mutters something that he doesn't even remember the content of to his friend before they head the rest of the way back to the castle. He's going to go to the library like he was planning to because a change of plans would seem too odd. He should have known, really. Gryffindors always stick together, and Remus only wanted him because he couldn't have Sirius. Well, now he can. He wonders just how long Remus would have waited to tell him, if ever. Well, it doesn't matter any more, does it? He studies for a while before heading back to the dungeons to lick his wounds. ]

[Remus can only stare in horror as he watches the cold mask settle over Regulus' face, the icy glare pinning him to the spot and cutting daggers into his heart. Of course, it's around then that Sirius notices what he's been gawping at, and very helpfully slings an arm around his shoulders with a loud an rather rude comment on his lips. Don't pay them any mind, Moons, he hears Sirius whisper against his ear, and he feels like he's been punched in the gut.

Remus watches helplessly as the band of Slytherins moves away, taking Regulus with them. It's all he can do not to go after him right then and there — to grab hold of Regulus and make him understand.

But he can't, and by the time he's able to excuse himself from the group, of course, Regulus is nowhere to be found. Feeling sick, Remus moves toward the dungeons without even thinking about it, tapping his watch with his wand as he goes.]

Regulus. I need to talk to you.

[ That just makes it worse, honestly. Sirius always makes things worse though, so it's not surprising. It makes him wonder, a little crazily, if Sirius knows and is purposely rubbing it in. (If they've had a laugh about it, about how stupid he is for believing--)

He pushes it out of his mind as well as he can. Which isn't very well at all: Regulus spends time in the common room laying on a sofa and staring up into the lake but not even the soft blue-green light feels soothing. So he goes to bed instead, refusing to even acknowledge anything is wrong. But of course Remus ruins that too by contacting him.

Regulus considers not answering at all but he supposes that would just be seen as not seeing it yet. So after a very long time, he answers. ]

I have nothing to say to you, Lupin.

[ Icy. Furious. Last-naming. ]

Edited (EDITS A THOUSAND TIMES, GOD) 2017-01-29 08:27 (UTC)

[It's late, and if anyone catches him hovering near the entrance to the Slytherin common room at this hour, he's going to have some serious explaining to do. He'll face about a hundred even more awkward questions should any of the marauders happen to notice where he is, but somehow he can't bring himself to care.

All he knows right now is that he's got to see Regulus – he's got to. He can't just let Regulus go on thinking—

He checks his watch for the hundredth time, and feels a wash of relief to see that Regulus has replied to his message. The relief is short-lived, however; Remus is suddenly afraid that he might actually be sick all over the cold stone floor, the sight of his last name hurting more than he could ever have imagined.]

Let me explain, I'm begging you. That wasn't what it looked like. I'm just outside your common room. Please.

[ Regulus is good at compartmentalizing. He's doing that now, sorting his emotions away into a dark corner and locking them up. They're not necessary right now and all they're doing is hurting him. He almost laughs though, at the reply he gets. As it is his breath stutters out of him in a huffing wheeze that very nearly is a laugh. Right, he thinks. Surely I'm mistaken.

He lets Remus stew a little longer (viciously) before answering again. ]

"That wasn't what it looked like." Do you think I'm stupid, Lupin? I suppose you must, as I was idiotic enough to believe you before. No longer. Leave. I'm sure Sirius will be waiting.

[ Bitter and petty, but that's how he feels. ]

[Beside himself, Remus thinks he might go mad as the seconds tick by with no reply, and with each excruciating minute that passes, the iron grip that clutches at his heart squeezes tighter and tighter.

He can't lose Regulus. Not like this. If he'd ever had any doubt as to the depth of his feelings for Regulus, it's entirely gone now. He loves Regulus, and the thought of never being with him again – of never seeing his smile or hearing his genuine laugh – is more than Remus can bear.]

Of course I don't. Please, just hear me out. It's not like that with Sirius, I swear to you. You don't know the whole story.

[ This time, the response is immediate. ]

I don't want to hear any kind of story from you at all. Good night, Lupin. Now leave me alone.

[ After that, he very pointedly stops the watch. He won't be answering any more messages tonight. Perhaps ever. He just wants to try and pick up the pieces and go back to what he had before. This hurts more than anything he's dealt with in the past save Sirius leaving home and of course this just compounds the fact that his elder brother really doesn't care at all about him.

So fine.

He's going to go back to sleep but at the same time he wonders what the point of trying to be good is when all it's gotten him is hurt. ]

[Remus stares in disbelief as his watch comes to a complete stop on is wrist. Tears prickle in his eyes, blurring his vision; this has to be some kind of nightmare. He'd charmed the watches so that Regulus could let him know when he really needed him, only now, he has no way to get to him. No way to make him listen.

He's not sure how long he stands there. Perhaps hours pass, but Remus can't move. It's as though his entire world has just crumbled around him, and he has no idea how to fix this. Half of him wants to barge right into the Slytherin dormitory and demand that Regulus hear him out, but even if he had James' invisibility cloak, he as no idea which dorm Regulus sleeps in, and with his luck, Regulus would sound the alarm and have him thrown out before he has a chance to explain anything anyway.

Numb, Remus finally turns back toward Gryffindor tower. The next few days are some of the worst in his memory: he can hardly eat, stomach in knots that grow tighter every time he tries to catch Regulus eye only to be ignored completely; he practically recoils every time Sirius so much as brushes against him, to the point that his friends begin to ask him if he's unwell; he must look ghastly, at any rate, the circles under his eyes darkening due to lack of sleep and his skin turning an even more sickly shade of white. Try as he might to catch Regulus alone, he seems to be making a point never to stray far from his Slytherin posse, and by the end of the week, Remus is nearly at his wit's end.

Desperate and not knowing what else to do, Remus finally sends a school owl with a message for Regulus. n a sheet of plain parchment, his usually neat handwriting becomes a scrawl thanks to his shaking hand:]

Astronomy tower, after dinner. There's something important I need to tell you in person. Please come. I'll wait all night if I have to. R

[ Regulus, on the other hand, almost looks to be flourishing. He's chatty and personable with his friends, smiling and laughing and honestly, looking right back how he did before he started speaking to Remus: only speaking to people outside of his house when he has to, snide and sly and biting when he does. He spends time with the worse of his housemates, ones known for their cruelty. It means he gets left alone and blends in where he belongs.

He's miserable. He sleeps well and dreamlessly only with the help of potions, begged out of Severus when he can't stand it anymore.

But it looks like Remus is suffering from a lack of sleep when Regulus sees him. Good, he thinks. Maybe he's stewing in guilt: let him. He pointedly ignores him though, barely sparing a glance as they pass one another in the corridors. He walks with his spine straight, shoulders back, head held high.

It doesn't feel like a triumph.

When an owl delivers the message to him in the morning he sits reading it for a long moment. His expression never changes sitting there at the table in the Great Hall, eyes flicking over the paper impassively. Then he crumples it in his hand and when he opens it again, it's a soft pile of grey ash that he vanishes away. (You have to mean magic for it to obey you properly.) But he thinks about it and he thinks about it and if nothing else, he can tell Remus to give it up already. So he goes to the tower after dinner. Fine.

He arrives after Remus will have and he doesn't speak. He just stands there, chin lifted in something that's almost defiance. ]

[Remus knows Regulus well enough to realize that the unaffected air he presents is more than likely a front, but that doesn't make it hurt any less to see Regulus acting as though nothing's amiss. Remus feels more miserable than he's ever felt, and he can tell that his friends are starting to seriously worry for him.

Nothing matters to him, though. Nothing except Regulus. He doesn't know whether Regulus will even show up, but he sprints up to the astronomy tower before dinner's even concluded, and he sits fidgeting and checking the clock every few minutes as he waits there alone.

His heart nearly stops when Regulus appears, the look on his face dark and closed off, but Remus can't help the tiny burst of hope that blossoms in his chest just at the sight of him, and he's moving toward him before he even realizes he's stood up.]

You came.

[ Regulus doesn't say anything for another long moment but it's because being this close to Remus makes him feel like he's been punched in the gut. He breathes out slow and grounding. Right. He's still furious, though. Furious and desperate for some kind of answer and he's not sure what else.

When Remus moves toward him, Regulus takes a step back. It isn't the ingrained flinching away he'd had previously - it's a purposeful move to keep a distance from him. His expression hasn't changed in the least and he crosses his arms over his chest, distant and cold. ]

I decided I want to hear what line you've come up with to feed me.

[From the stricken look on Remus' face, you'd have thought tat Regulus had actually slapped him. It's obvious that he's barely holding it together, and he makes an aborted gesture as though he might have been about to reach out for Regulus to stop his retreat.

But he can't stop Regulus, who has every right to hate him. He's not even certain that he deserves the chance to explain anymore, but he has to try, because losing Regulus would be like losing a piece of himself, and can't take this torture for much longer.]

It's not a line, Reg. It's the truth. [He practically stumbles over his words in his effort to get them out fast enough, eyes wide and pleading as he looks at Regulus.] I am so, so sorry for what happened. That kiss – it was a dare. Part of a game we were playing and I— I wasn't paying attention, Reg. I never would have agreed to let it happen but I didn't see it coming and I was so startled when it did that I hardly knew what was happening before it was over.

[He pauses long enough to pull in a sharp breath, gaze never wavering from Regulus, beseeching.]

Please believe me, Reg. You're the only one I want to kiss, and I can't bear the thought of losing you.

Edited 2017-01-29 10:56 (UTC)

[ Regulus actually snorts softly, shaking his head. If Remus is looking for it something bitter and hurt crosses his expression. But then he's smiling in the way that he reserves for when he's angry and lashing out. ]

He kissed you on a dare. [ Flatly. ] My brother kissed you on a dare long enough for one of my mates to notice, call my attention to it, and for me turn, look, and process what was happening, all before you could come to your senses? I hardly knew a person could be quite so surprised. I'm impressed you didn't simply die of shock right there.

[ There's a silence here. ]

Didn't stop you from kissing back though, did it. Or are you going to tell me you didn't?

[ It's sharp and biting but that hurt look crosses his face again. His fingers flex, digging his nails into his arm through his robes. A familiar gesture, grounding when he's upset or frightened. ]

What do you want me to say? That it's all right? The one thing, the only thing I asked for is out the bloody window, what am I supposed to say to that?

[It's as though every word pierces him straight through, the sheer force of his guilt overwhelming him until he feels tears welling up in his eyes. He hates himself for putting that look of hurt on Regulus' face, but he's absolutely right; Remus had kissed back — without a thought for the consequences — and Regulus has every reason to hate him for it.

A fresh wave of self-loathing hits him hard, and the words are tumbling from his lips before he even has a chance to think about what he's saying:]

Of course it isn't all right! [The outburst surprises him, hardly one accustomed to raising his voice, but there's no doubting the vehemence of feeling behind his words. Once again, he takes a step forward, fighting the urge to reach out for Regulus again. ] I'd give anything to go back and change what I did, Reg – anything. But I can't. I can't take it back and I don't know how to fix this, but what I do know is that I'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.

[He pauses, taking a deep breath and gathering himself as best he can before looking Regulus straight in the eye, unshed tears still threatening to spill over.]

Regulus, please. You mean everything to me. Everything. And I— I love you.

[He hadn't intended to say it, and the sudden confession makes him falter for a moment; but, as the words hover in the air between them, he realizes that there really isn't anything else he could possibly say. This is Remus, baring his heart to someone who has the power to destroy him completely with a single word. Regulus is worth it, though — worth the risk of even more hurt and pain if it means letting him know how he really feels. The thought seems to give him strength, and the next time he says it, the words are stronger. Certain.]

I love you.

Edited 2017-01-30 00:46 (UTC)

[ Regulus takes another step back when Remus moves forward. Pointed, slow. He's by the staircase but he hasn't left yet, which is potentially a good sign. Potentially it means nothing. He says nothing, expression cold and impassive

until Remus says that.

Then it's like something in him crumbles, resolve cracking. The look that flashes across his face is as though he's been slapped across the face and he takes a shaking breath before the mask falls back into place and he shakes his head. ] Don't.

[ His voice is sharp but crackling around the edges like static on a radio, like he's trying to push his way through a fog. He feels absolutely gutted and he doesn't know what to do: he wants to believe him but he's too hurt and practically shattered from what's happened; the prospect of opening himself up to more pain is terrifying. ] Don't say that to me now. [ Regulus' resolve strengthens a bit, spine straightening. He looks less like a kicked dog and more like a caged animal. ] You only say it now, after this? Why? Saying that isn't a free pass, that's not how it works. How am I supposed to believe it's true?

Let me prove it to you. [It's his voice that's cracking now, thick and hoarse with emotion. He can feel the tears ready to fall at any moment, but he fights them back, knowing that he'll hardly be able to convince Regulus of anything if he's an incoherent wreck.]

Please, Reg, I'm begging you. [He swallows, feeling small and pathetic, like a bug better off crushed under Regulus' perfectly shined show than left to continue on with its miserable existence.]

I may not have said it before, but I've felt it. Tell me you haven't looked in my eyes and seen it a hundred times before — felt it when I kiss you and in my touch, the times when we're together and the times when you need me to pull away.

[He sucks in a sharp breath as a sob threatens to escape him, one traitorous tear slipping down over his cheek. Frustrated, he wipes it away, his eyes never leaving Regulus' face.]

It is true. I've known it for a while now, and I think you have to. I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes, Reg. You don't have to forgive me right now, but please don't shut me out for good. Give me a chance to make up for what I've done.

[ His body is tense for all of this. His wand hand flexes open and closed a couple of times before he just digs his nails into his palm hard enough to leave deep crescent marks. As ever, the pain is grounding. He's listening though, processing, and though his expression and posture are chilly he's not shutting him out completely. Barely. His eyes are like ice as he examines Remus' face, stormy and cold.

The way Remus is acting seems genuine but he can't trust it. Not yet. ] He's always going to be there. Has been first, will be all of the time. Gryffindors stick together, after all. [ Slytherins do too, but it's different. When you're a Slytherin, no one is on your side. No one except other Slytherins. So you band together and take care of your own because you don't have anyone else. It fosters a lot of anger and bitterness on top of a general sense of cruelty. Regulus is feeling cruel, but he refrains from a sense of lingering affection. ] I want to believe you. I do, but I can't. There's a reason I don't let people close, Lupin. This is one of them.

[ That and, you know, the wizard racism. It's the first time he's called him his last name aloud since the early stages of them speaking, in any case. Finally though, he sighs. ]

So prove it. Make me believe you if you're willing to start all over.

Please don't call me that. [His voice is weak and broken now, like the relationship he's managed to fracture possibly beyond repair. His heart aches, the pain sharp and hot with every cold, closed off look from Regulus. And then there's his surname, and he can't hold back the tears anymore. Just that name alone is cruel to his ears, even though he knows he deserves this. But after everything they've been through — after how hard they've worked to come together and learn so much of one another — to have come so far and have it all unravel so quickly, sending them right back to square one—

Remus wipes his cheek with the back of one hand, nodding mutely.]

I will. I am. Willing. I'll go back and start from the beginning if that's what it takes, just please... don't call me that.

[He meets Regulus' gaze again then, and there's a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before, just for a moment.] You're wrong, you know. Gryffindors stick by the people they love, not just together. I will prove that to you. That's a promise.

I'll call you what I please. [ Regulus stops looking at him. He can't. Eventually he pulls out a cigarette case and looses one, lighting it carefully with the tip of a finger. He's not supposed to be smoking - both because he's too young and because it's against the rules - but spending so much time with older Slytherins means he's picked up the habit. He moves past Remus to get to one of the open balcony areas, ducking slightly to get under the edge of one of the gyroscoping instruments on the way. He leans on the railing as he takes a long drag, shapes and designs forming out of the smoke as he releases it back to the night air.

He'd meant to just take a cursory glance back at Remus but then he's pinned briefly under the intensity of his gaze, startled back into stillness. He exhales slowly through his nose, expression barely shifting. Enough to be noticed, though. ] I don't believe that, of Gryffindors. Or else the lot of you only ever love other Gryffindors. I've seen how Sirius and Potter treat people then pretend they're better than people like me. Then again, you don't stop them. [ A beat. ] You've promised me a lot of things. But I'm willing to let you try.

Edited 2017-01-30 06:55 (UTC)

[Remus closes his eyes, taking a moment to simply breathe as another wave of nausea hits him; he's felt sick to his stomach ever since he'd looked up to find Regulus staring at him across the lawn, and a part of him isn't certain he'll ever eat properly again. After a few seconds tick by in which he listens to the soft inhale and exhale of Regulus' breath, he opens his eyes, moving to stand next to Regulus by the railing — near, but dutifully keeping a few feet of distance between them. The last thing he needs is to see Regulus shy away from him again.

Sighing, he tilts his head back, gazing up at the stars that have just begun to twinkle in the deepening twilight as the soft breeze catches in his hair. It would be terribly romantic under any other circumstances, and he wishes they'd thought to come up here together before tonight.]

You're right that I don't stop them. I should, but I don't. I can't. [Taking a deep breath, Remus stares out at the blackness of the school grounds, a distant look in his eyes.] Perhaps it's because they're the first friends I've ever had — the first people who were ever kind to me, and who went out of their way to make sure I knew they had my back no matter what. Perhaps it's because I still don't quite believe that, even now, and seeing what they do to some people — how they treat people like you and so many others whom they've written off just for existing — perhaps there's still a part of me that's terrified I'll end up just the same if I try to stop them. Perhaps I'm just a bloody coward at the end of the day, but I don't think I'm better than anyone, and you can't claim that your Slytherin friends are any kinder.

[He takes another breath, pushing a lock of hair aside as the wind whips it into his face.]

You don't stop your friends either. You participate, and say what they expect you to say, and you never defend any of the muggleborns or 'half-breeds' they tear apart with their words. I've seen you walk right past when a first year has been brought to tears, and what does someone that young really know about being a Gryffindor or a Slytherin? They're eleven, and learning by our example. It's absurd, this division that we've created just based on some stupid house name. Nobody should have to hide their friendships or— [He falters for a moment, voice catching and betraying his still raw emotions, but he recovers himself quickly.] —or their relationships just because someone decided somewhere along the line that Gryffindors and Slytherins can never mix. I'm sick of it. Sick of watching this needless feud. Sick of feeling like there's no point even trying to stop it. Sick of all of it.

[Another deep sigh, and he casts a sidelong look at Regulus. He looks tired — completely wrecked, in fact — and his gaze drops briefly to the cigarette in Regulus' hand.] Can I have one of those?"

[ Regulus laughs and it sounds unkind. Maybe it is. He feels knackered anyway, breathing out slow afterward. ] See, what you don't understand is we're just acting how people expect. We're not self-righteous about it, either. Your friends pretend to be on righteous crusades of the good and untainted while doing the exact same thing we do. That's worse. [ He grins, sharp. ] At least we're honest in our viciousness. Because that's what it is on both sides, isn't it? Viciousness.

[ It's now that Regulus takes another slow drag, shrugging his shoulders noncommittally. ] It's not about just houses. It never has been. It certainly won't be once we're out of school. Things are getting very bad very quickly and people are digging their own graves by ignoring it. [ He glances over at Remus then and it looks almost calculated. ] You'd be better off to remember the risks and costs that are being brought to bear against all of us, Lupin. Best take stock of your friends at the same time.

[ If only the either of them knew. In any case, the tone of his name is less cold.

He reaches out wordlessly after that, holding the cigarette case toward Remus without looking at him. ] White, not grey. [ There's no explanation of what the other ones are or why Remus should be wary of them, but hey, there're some regular cigarettes in there too. ] If you're sick of this feud you're going to get eaten alive as soon as you graduate. I've seen that too. I'd suggest not letting that happen, either. This is nothing compared to being on opposite sides of a war.

[ There's something tired there, something telling. He knows more than he lets on at any given time, honestly: he spends much of his time out of Hogwarts with his cousins and their husbands at Malfoy Manor, after all. He knows when he's being courted and honestly at times it really does seem like it suits him.

He's still not sure what to do about that. Or about the eventuality of actually being on opposite sides of a war from someone he cares about. ]

[ she works super well for either role! ]

[Probably the jealous one.]

[either.]

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