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Narcissa picked her way carefully through the muggles in Oxford Street, trying very hard not to inhale. She had been brought up to believe that proximity to muggles diminished your magical powers. But she wasn't afraid of catching muggle as much as she was afraid of catching ugliness.  

They were so hideously unfashionable! That one was wearing sandals with knee-length socks underneath! These people didn't care about anything!

Narcissa measured consciousness based on the amount of trouble a creature took over its appearance. Animals took no trouble at all, so obviously they didn't have souls. Muggles took little more, so they were only one rung above animals on the evolutionary ladder. But wizards preened themselves obsessively; they grew their beards as long as their hair, and swept around in ornately-embroidered robes. They wrote with quills and parchment. Even their method of killing was like a fireworks display. They showered their enemies in multi-coloured sparks. How could it be doubted that they were the superior creatures?

Of course, the muggles had their gloriously shallow moments too. Narcissa was secretly obsessed with Cleopatra and Marie Antoinette – women who had known how to use their beauty as an offensive weapon. There were undoubtedly some muggles who knew how to put on a show.

But they were aberrations. Any stroll down a London street could tell you that. Especially in winter – god, all those nylon anoraks and woolly bobble hats!

Narcissa had a complicated relationship with muggle fashion. As a punishment for bullying (although how refusing to talk to a mudblood could be termed 'bullying', she still couldn't understand) she had been forced to take Muggle Studies in her third year, and, as part of their "do try to dress sensibly when you're forced to go out into muggle streets" program, they were showing a television recording of a muggle fashion show.

It was the first thing that had made Narcissa look up from her mirror in class all term.

The models were phenomenal. Those poised, measured steps and contemptuous expressions. It was a carnival of bones, sneers, and artfully draped fabric!

But she had tried her hardest to banish the images from her mind, and ditched Muggle Studies as soon as Dumbledore gave her a chance.  

Still, you picked things up, however obsessively you'd been sheltered from muggle culture. If you weren't old enough to Apparate, you had to walk through their streets, or fly over their cities, to get from one wizard settlement to another. All the wizard children wanted muggle clothes these days, because they considered wizard-wear to be too 'fussy' and 'formal'.

And the music! The music got everywhere! It crept out through open doors and put a spell on young witches and wizards. All of a sudden, they wanted to dance, and those heavy robes only got under their feet.

Narcissa seethed at it. She despised those barbaric rhythms. To her, it sounded like monkeys beating sticks against tree-trunks.

But sometimes, she had to admit, all that deafening noise was… subtle. She admired the way it worked under the skin, like a carefully-brewed potion. She admired the way it could manipulate the emotions without words – making hearts beat faster, and feet tap of their own accord. It was a form of magic very like her own.

Narcissa had done her best to be ignorant of these people, but their way of life slipped through the cracks in her carefully-insulated world. Against her will, she knew about telephones, televisions, cars and high-heeled shoes – she even regarded the high-heeled shoes with a certain amount of outraged fascination. They were ridiculous inventions, of course, but why had the magical world neglected to consider the elegant effect of raised heels on the appearance of women's legs? Some kind of hover charm could replicate it very simply, but Narcissa was uneasy about trying out the idea, in case she was betraying her culture.    

She had to wear muggle clothes today, but they were old family heirlooms, and therefore not as offensive to her. Muggle clothes were passed down in the family so that, when the regrettable necessity for mixing with the animals arose, they would at least have something suitably vintage and stylish to wear. The Black family never had to buy anything new.

Narcissa was wearing a grey dress, to match her eyes, and a long, tailored black coat with a silver lining. She was also wearing slim leather gloves. She always did when she was outside, even though it made all the manicures and nail-painting unnecessary. She took a secret thrill in being immaculately groomed underneath her clothes, even though nobody knew it.

If somebody looked closely at her – and they were usually too muddle-headed from her Hemlock and vanilla perfume to do so – they wouldn't be able to find a single flaw. They could strip her down and put her under a magnifying glass, and they would see nothing but smooth, opalescent skin and lacquered lashes.  

At the moment, she was casting narrowed eyes across the crowded street. If she had been standing in a puddle, it would have frozen solid.

"What are we doing here?" Regulus asked, blinking uncomfortably in the bright sunlight. He wasn't used to it, Narcissa reflected. He was practically nocturnal these days.   

"Research, Regulus," she replied simply. "You say you can see magic. How many people on this street are magical?"

Regulus cast a cursory glance up and down the street. "Just us."

She took his arm and urged him onwards, at a leisurely pace. "Keep walking."

"Have you taken Malfoy back yet?" Regulus asked conversationally.

Narcissa was irritated by his injudicious use of the word 'yet'.

"I have told him that time – and extremely good behaviour – might induce me to forgive him," she said primly.

In actual fact, she hadn't tortured him. She had meant to, but when she saw his desperate confusion, she had just felt tired and, above all, angry that this had been allowed to happen in the first place.

He had been put under the Imperius Curse – that much was obvious. He had barely known where he was when he turned up in the Hogwarts Entrance Hall that night. He'd run into Dumbledore, who was pacing up and down in there, for mysterious reasons of his own, and, according to the Headmaster, he'd been muttering wildly about opals and family portraits.

Dumbledore was merciful, in a distracted kind of way. He had summoned Narcissa from the Slytherin common-room and allowed them to talk privately in the Great Hall, while he continued to pace up and down the Entrance Hall. Whatever he was waiting for, it didn't arrive.  

Malfoy had explained, as far as he was capable of doing so. He'd been put under the Imperius Curse by the Evans-girl. He had been forced to sell off all his family heirlooms at a fraction of their value. And he'd been forced to write that letter, breaking off their engagement. He hadn't wanted to. He could see everything he was doing, but he couldn't stop it.

And she had wanted to be cruel, but she just felt tired. Malfoy wasn't the one she wanted to hurt.

All the same, her pride was injured. She had never wanted to admit that any magic was strong enough to take Malfoy away from her. Now she had to face the fact that magic was stronger than love.

And she would face that fact. Narcissa was not the type to hide her head in the sand. She wouldn't crouch behind ideals when they were plainly incompatible with fact. She was a Slytherin. But somebody was going to pay for this rude awakening. Somebody was due a rude awakening of her own.

The miniature portrait of Claudia Black was doing its best not to say: 'I told you so'. Narcissa supposed this was quite an achievement. While she was alive, Claudia Black had been a brilliant witch, but her genius had always overshadowed her tact.

"We should have expected it," said Claudia, with an imperious shrug. "Pure-blood families produce excellent witches, but incompetent wizards. I've always said the Malfoys should have had daughters."

"You know it's against their traditions," Narcissa replied, in the meek voice she reserved just for her grandmother.

Claudia Black snorted. "Oh? And are you going to let tradition take away your daughters, if you have any?"  

Narcissa was silent. She didn't want to think about that.

"It's the same in our family, of course," Claudia Black went on. "The males were always inferior, intellectually speaking. And that's fine, as long as they're prepared to be guided by more intelligent people. But Sirius won't listen to anyone. Regulus, at least, is malleable."  

Narcissa made a non-commital noise, and Claudia Black paused shrewdly.  

"Is he still drinking?" she prompted, in a casual voice.

Narcissa hesitated. 'Drinking' was an innocuous word for what Regulus was doing these days. He snorted powdered dragon-scales, gargled with Acromantula venom, and rubbed Scintillating Solution into his gums. He wouldn't leave his brain to its own devices for five minutes. Everything he thought or felt had to be dulled, blurred, softened, or stopped.

She shrugged. "Well, he's young. It won't hurt him."   

"The alcohol won't, but other people might, if he isn't able to hold his tongue."

"And why should we care about that? The occasional duel is good for a man. It's character-building."

"We should care about it because Sirius has picked the losing side. That means the only bearer of the Black name who has a chance of surviving this war is Regulus."  

Narcissa shut her eyes. "He says the muggles have souls," she whispered, as though she was revealing something that was amusing and disgusting at the same time. "He says he's seen it."

"Seen it?" Claudia Black repeated sharply. "Seen their souls?"

"I suppose so. It's all because he got hit on the head with that stupid statue in the second year. Sirius never did know how to play nicely."

Claudia Black shook her head. "You mean the random wisdom generator? The one outside the Headmaster's Office? It's a party trick. Marble impregnated with a cheap Parlance Charm. It doesn't have any real power. Regulus, it seems, is the one who has real power."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a See-er."

"You mean a Seer?"

Claudia Black gave her a sharp, irritated look. "Why would I say something I didn't mean, girl? Seers are common as muck. See-ers are rare as Parseltongues."

"Well, what is a See-er?"

"It's fairly self-explanatory," Claudia Black replied in a lofty tone. She was obviously still resentful that her granddaughter had had the effrontery to correct her. "They see things. There was one at Hogwarts when I was a girl – a nervous wreck of a boy, he was. Still, with Tom Riddle at the school, it's hardly surprising."

"I've asked you not to call him that," Narcissa reminded her, with gentle exasperation. "He doesn't use that name anymore."

Claudia Black ignored her. "See-ers can see magic," she went on. "In witches and wizards, this represents itself as a kind of aura, shaped and coloured according to the person's character. In muggles, it's a sort of glowing outline. Very weak. Very feeble. But just the kind of thing you could misinterpret as a soul, if you were a melodramatic teenage boy."

"He can see magic?" Narcissa repeated doubtfully.

"A mind-bogglingly useful gift, if you think about it."

Narcissa did think about it.  She thought about it for a long time, because she always dreaded seeming stupid to her brilliant grandmother. But, eventually, she was forced to admit that she couldn't see why it was so useful.

"You'll see," said Claudia Black mysteriously. "Take him walking down a muggle street. Talk to him about it. He'll be dying to talk to someone. It's a lonely life, being a See-er."

"Down a muggle street?" Narcissa protested in an outraged whisper. "I can't be seen walking down a muggle street!"

"It doesn't do any good to be ignorant of your enemies, Narcissa. Anyway, anyone who sees you there will have to admit the fact that they were walking down a muggle-street themselves. People are endlessly incriminating themselves, if you only listen."

"What am I supposed to talk to him about?"

"You'll figure it out, granddaughter. I have every faith in you."

And a sentence like that couldn't be argued with. Narcissa had always wanted to seem competent to this brilliant woman. The idea of Claudia Black having faith in her – Claudia Black, the inventor of the Anaesthesia Charm – was too bewitching to argue with, even if it did involve dressing in muggle clothes, and walking down a street, shoulder-to-shoulder with those animals. It was, to Narcissa's mind, an acceptable sacrifice.

She had found Regulus in his armchair in front of the common-room fire – foaming at the mouth from some potion or another, probably stolen from Slughorn's private stores – and dressed him in respectable clothes. She had to look out for the respectability of the family name, after all. She had to guard the reputations of her relatives as closely as she guarded her own. It was a constant worry, when you were related to Bellatrix.  

And now, here they were, standing on Oxford Street, Regulus blinking uncomfortably in the sunlight. There were a lot of children around, tottering about, with their mittens dangling from their sleeves on little strings, and their heads so comically too big for their bodies.

Narcissa wasn't sure how she felt about children. Certainly, they were unruly and disgusting. Certainly, they always had runny noses and sticky fingers. Certainly, they were incapable of lowering their voices and sitting still. But there was something… sweet… about that. She liked to see their pudgy faces and little hands. And, if they were descended from the right lineage, they would probably be well-behaved enough. Perhaps a child of hers and Malfoys would even be able to avoid the perennial stickiness that other children seemed to exhibit.

Regulus stopped in his tracks, looking across the road, and Narcissa followed his gaze. Standing on the corner was a toddler wearing a bulky coat. She was muffled up to the eyeballs with scarves, and her hands were trapped in mittens that looked as big as boxing gloves. She was standing by the post-box, craning her neck to see her mother's face, so many feet above her. And she clearly had no idea that she was going to change Regulus' life forever.

"That one," he said, stopping suddenly. "She's got a kind of… halo."

"Describe it to me," said Narcissa patiently.

"It's…" he hesitated. "It's like there's a Catherine Wheel spinning behind her head. There are sparks trailing from it."

Narcissa raised her eyebrows incredulously. The girl looked perfectly ordinary to her. Blonde, rosy-cheeked and snub-nosed. But then, all children were snub-nosed, weren't they? Even Snape must have been snub-nosed at some point in his life.

"And that's different to what you usually see?" she asked.

"Of course," he answered impatiently. "Muggles usually just have this kind of glowing outline. Like a silver lining. It's brighter or dimmer depending on the muggle in question. For some of them, you have to really strain to see it. But, when the light takes on a shape or a colour, you're definitely looking at a witch or a wizard. And, when it starts to move, you're looking at a really powerful witch or wizard."

Narcissa couldn't stop herself from asking him whether hers moved.

"Um… yeah." Regulus frowned. "Sort of."     

Narcissa decided not to push it. "So she's a witch." A slow, glacial smile spread across her face. "She's a witch, and nobody else in the world knows it. Even the Ministry can't detect magical abilities until they start to manifest themselves – and that's not usually before the age of ten. You can detect mudbloods from the moment they're born."

"And Squibs," said Regulus, who obviously hadn't cottoned-on to the importance of what she was saying. "Squibs have the silver-lining, just like muggles. Filch has got the dimmest, dirtiest glow you could think of."   

Narcissa rolled her eyes at his stupidity. "But think of the potential, Regulus! With your help, we could get rid of muggle-borns before their powers make them so inconveniently visible. Before the Ministry knows what and where they are. The Dark Lord would be unspeakably grateful to you!"

There was a silence. The muggles rolled past them like a tide of cattle, shoving Regulus from time to time, but unconsciously giving Narcissa a wide berth. Her disdain was so intense that they practically bounced off it. They gave her admiring glances, but didn't dare approach her.

Regulus was staring at her.

"Don't tell him, 'Cissa," he said hoarsely.

She gave him an exasperated sigh. "Regulus, you could save magic!"

"You're talking about murdering five-year-olds!" he snapped.

"Murdering?" She looked at him as though he'd said something adorably stupid. "They're not people, Regulus."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" he hissed. "That glowing outline – it goes out when they die –."  

Narcissa interrupted him. She couldn't listen patiently to his delusions, even if he was family. She was trying to protect the world she knew. The world of slippery cobble-stones and steamed-up windows; of talking portraits and obedient servants. Of course she wanted to preserve it – she had only ever seen the best of it. She hadn't seen the Carrion Pigeons, or the brothels in Knockturn Alley. She had never seen her House Elf bandaging the blisters on his fingers. If she had, she would have rationalized it, because she was Narcissa, and she knew there was no perfection without a certain amount of inconvenience. But she didn't know. She was, in many ways, completely innocent.

"But magic is dying too," she insisted, with uncharacteristic fervour. "Our way of life is dying. Our birth-right is falling into the hands of muggles. Can you imagine what they'd do with it? They don't know how to respect it. Have you heard about the way they treat their women? Have you seen how they persecute other muggle races? Imagine all of that with our power to back it up. They'd bring in their own barbaric customs, in place of our civilization -,"

"What do you want?" Regulus interrupted.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'll do anything. You must have realized that by now. So what do you want?"

Narcissa decided not to antagonize him any further. Even his lips had gone white. She swept the street with a lazy, self-satisfied glance, and murmured: "As it happens, there is something you can do for me. I could be persuaded not to mention this matter to the Dark Lord, if you could be persuaded to use your gift to assist me."

Regulus shut his eyes. "What," he said wearily, "do you want?"

"When you see a witch or wizard's magic, do you ever notice fluctuations? Are there times when their magic is weaker, and times when it's stronger?"

"Ye-es," he said slowly. "Sort of."

"Good. Watch Snape's girlfriend. The mudblood. Find out when her magic is weaker and, most importantly, find out what makes it weaker. Eventually, we're going to take away her magic altogether. We're going to make the poster-girl for mudblood rights as weak and ineffective as Filch. But, for now, just watch her. I need to know when she's vulnerable."

Regulus hesitated. "That's it?"

"That's it for now," she corrected smoothly.

"And you won't tell the Dark Lord about my… about this…"

"Talent?" Narcissa suggested. It was cruel, but she couldn't resist. "No, I won't tell him. But what he finds out on his own, I can't be held accountable for. He is the most powerful Legilimens in the world. I can guard my own thoughts from him, but you may want to improve your Occlumency."

Regulus nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe Severus -."

"No," she said firmly. "If you tell him you need to learn Occlumency, he'll find out why. He's not a bad Legilimens himself. I will teach you Occlumency, Regulus." She hesitated and then went on: "Of course, you will get better results if you can keep your thoughts from being garbled by potions and alcohol."

Regulus nodded morosely, and Narcissa walked back to the Leaky Cauldron with a spring in her step. She even forgot to wrinkle her nose at passing muggles who got too close. At best, she had discovered a way to make the Evans girl pay for her impertinence. At worst, she had found a way to wipe muggle-borns off the face of the earth. It was a good morning's work, even if it had involved walking shoulder-to-shoulder with muggles.
Continuing from Medicine [link]

Just a short chapter, to catch up with Narcissa, Malfoy and Regulus. More Sev and Lily to follow soon (in case you're missing them!)
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WeAreSevenStudios Featured By Owner May 30, 2010  Professional Artisan Crafter
No, I've gotten so attached to your Regulus! :ohnoes:
Narcissa better not screw up his life even more. :shakefist:

Would you ever consider writing a spin-off story around Regulus?
ls269 Featured By Owner May 30, 2010
Oooh, I'd like that, you know! And I'll probably be desolate without any story to write when (if) I finish this one, so a spin-off story about Regulus would be ideal! :heart:

Poor Regulus :( (I know, he's almost as poor as Snape - perhaps more so at the moment!) Narcissa is so dastardly to him here!
dronarron Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2010
"Good. Watch Snape's girlfriend. The mudblood. Find out when her magic is weaker and, most importantly, find out what makes it weaker. Eventually, we're going to take away her magic altogether.

*growl* I feel a kind of protective flaring at this, like I imagine Severus will rage when he finds out about this...
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2010
:dance: I'm so glad you've found the time to catch up with these chapters! Yeah, Sev will go mental if and when he finds out about this. Taking away Lily's magic would be close to killing her!
FlameoftheWest7 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
Oh, she is so devious, and brilliant and inaccessible! I am excessively diverted at the idea of Narcissa having to take a Muggle Studies class, and I loved her seething indignation towards muggle music. Her perception of the muggle world is so fascinating because she's obviously clever enough to see some gaping holes in her own ideology, but she prioritizes tradition and self ahead of reason!
The concept of being able to see magic is a fascinating invention on your part. I am just dying to know what Cissa's and Lucius's "glows" look like!
Excellent chapter!
FlameoftheWest7 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
P.S. The paragraph where she speculates on what her child with Lucius would be like is really cute! I believe that Narcissa always wanted to be a mother--her relationship with Draco proves how obsessively devoted she can be. :)
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2010
:dance: I'm so glad you liked it; the Narcissa chapters are totally for you, you know! And, yes, I agree about her maternal devotion - as soon as she has a child, all that steely determination is channelled into protecting her son! It's funny how she can be so loving in some respects and so cruel in others.

I was amused by the idea of seeing 'Cissa in a Muggle Studies class too! I imagined she spent the whole time gazing into her pocket mirror, and had to have a bath after every class to wash off the taint of muggle! ;)

I think Regulus describes her magical glow in a really old chapter. Yes, it's in Possession: [link]

And Narcissa’s… well, at first, Regulus had not been sure she had a magical aura. But then he’d noticed that the shadow she cast when she walked in the light was in the shape of a gigantic, horned beast. He looked at her now, kneeling in front of Voldemort, and saw that shadow stretching across the ice behind her, absurdly large and lumbering for the silver-haired slip of a girl who was casting it.

There, she's a beautiful, elegant girl casting the shadow of a beast!
FlameoftheWest7 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2010
Whoa! *shivers* That is so eerie and nightmarish! And absolutely perfect for her. :) You are so inventive!
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2010
:hug: :hug: :hug:
Melorik Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
You know,

I really do feel sad for Regulus here. I can understand why he's constantly on drugs now. Someone needs to help him or give him a way out... maybe Sirius ?.

As for Narcissa, I like that you flesh out her thought processes so well. It definately helps us understand her perfectly well. I do wonder about her health though, because I get the distinct impression that if Lily is actually hurt from this, she's not gonna be long for this world :D . Severus might not kill her outright, but a potion of Perma-Sterilization might fall into Cissa's pumpkin juice :P

Look forward to reading more,


ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2010
Oh, that would be the worst thing you could do to Narcissa, giving her a potion of Perma-Sterilization! No pure-blood babies! (though she's not allowed daughters, anyway, because of the mental traditions of the Malfoy family! :faint:) Let's hope Severus doesn't think of it! ;)

I'm glad you warmed to Regulus in this chapter, I really enjoy writing his character. It's fun, when you spend all your time writing about Severus, to occasionally write someone who has no discipline or self-control! :)
Melorik Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2010
Yes well... that's the kicker isn't it. Severus probably would do that to her. For all her intuition and insight into people's motivations, I'm not sure she understands the hornet's nest she's throwing rocks at :p.

But maybe I'm looking at only one angle. After all, the Boggart is still in play so it'd be funny if Regulus mistook her for the real Lily :p. There I go again. You've got me speculating now ;).

As for no discipline or self control... I don't think Reg really is that bad. He strikes me more as someone who doesn't see any other options, so he may as well kill his brain cells. Maybe then Voldemort would see him as just an idiot to be ignored (which, if you think about it, is a pretty smart tactic).

From what I'm seeing, it looks like Reg knows that the pure blood dogma is a bunch of crap. He's just afraid to admit it to himself, because then he'd have to admit everything that goes with it. It's like he lacks a motivation (unlike Sev, who gives new meaning to the term "love hurts").


ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2010
:giggle: I like the description of Sev as a hornet's nest, that's so appropriate! And you're quite right, I don't think many people know what kind of a hornet's nest they're throwing rocks at when they annoy him!

I like your insights on Regulus too. Why not kill your brain cells if you don't see any other way out of your situation? I don't suppose it helps that he thinks he's going crazy when he has these insights about souls and magic. He needs to realize that, compared with a lot of his family, he's actually very sane!
Melorik Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2010

I imagine it's going to be quite difficult for Reg to come to that realization. I mean.. if he does... where does he go from there? Dumbledore?... the Order?... plus he has to basically admit that Sirius was right all along. Which of course carries with it the big problem of well... admitting that Sirius was right :P

Lol, and i do hope poor Narcissa doesn't get stung too badly. If she does though .. well... I can't say I'd feel too sorry for her :D.

Cissa: "Ha! The mudblood can't use her magic anymore!"

Sev: "Ha..."*calmly looks at an empty potions bottle* ..
" your womb is as frozen as your soul" :psychotic:

lol... I know.. it probably won't go down like that. But one can dream ;).
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2010
Lol, I wouldn't put it past Severus, definitely! He can overreact pretty drastically when Lily is threatened!
Melorik Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2010

I just remembered his threat to Caladrius. That if he didn't find a way to save Lily, Sev would "make the Cruciatus curse seem like a tickling charm".

Heh.. and that was just for failing to help her :P.
Victory-Gin Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
You know, I really love your insight into this world. You're personal inventions and rationals fit in so perfectly with canon. Naturally, I'm dying to see more Sev and Lily interaction, but I love reading Narcissa chapters as well. You've taken a basic, essentially flat character, and given her a unique personality, view point, and thought-process. I love reading how she rationalizes her opinions and flaunts her misguided sense of superiority. :D I can't wait for more!!
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
Thank you! :hug: I'm glad you like the Narcissa chapters, because I do love writing her. There's something so glamorous, poised and determined about her, even though she can be very cruel and prejudiced! A lot of the anti-muggle view-points in this story are adapted from racist arguments that you still hear today (e.g. Narcissa's: 'have you heard about the way they treat their women?')
dronarron Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
argh, I'm like three chapters behind on this now!
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
Lol, I'm sorry - I'll have to leave more of a gap before the next one (don't worry, this story moves at a very slow pace, you won't have missed much!)
AnCatDubh Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
well, you don't have to :p

I quite enjoy these chapters actually. I like your junkie Regulus a lot. It's refreshing to follow different characters from time to time - and it still develops the story line!
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
:dance: Thank you! I love junkie Regulus! It warms my heart to think of him, all tousle-haired and hung-over, blinking uncomfortably in the sunlight! :)
Melorik Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010

Don't make the waits any longer. Do you not see that we are addicts?!?! ;)
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
:rofl: :hug: Thank you, it means a lot to me that you're all addicts!
northangel27 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Narcissa made my blood run cold in this chapter. I truly pitied Regulus.
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
Yes, she can truly be scary when she sets her mind to something! Poor Regulus! His life keeps going wrong like Sev's but, unlike Sev, he keeps trying to get away from it - he doesn't have any plans or schemes, he just wants to be blissed-out on potions so he doesn't have to think about it! Maybe that's how Severus would be if he wasn't in love with Lily, but it's difficult to imagine.
northangel27 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I can't imagine Severus ever using substance to numb himself out. I think he saw Tobias do that, and he considered it a weakness. Severus was a fighter, and he would die fighting, if needs be (and ironically, as exhausted as he was by the end, that is really just what he did).
ls269 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2010
No, I can't imagine it either. He's so disgusted by deluded people, and it's the height of delusion to drink yourself into a blissful stupor! Our Sev never takes the easy way out! :heart: :faint:
northangel27 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Nope, he's always making things harder for himself than they need to be ;-).
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