OI, Goblin

[alt_sirius]

Regulus Arcturus Black. What do you think you're playing at, goblin?

You know, Father might have been a miserable sod who didn't think twice about using the dark arts, but bloody hell, Reg, there were limits to what he'd practise.

And now this? If I find out you've had anything to do with leaving that little girl 'orphaned,' so help me, Reg, I'll kill you myself.

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[alt_sirius]

Fine.

What are you doing?

I mean WHAT are you doing?

And don't bloody evade me, Reg. You know what I'm asking.

[alt_regulus]

Look. I'm not evading you, but we can't discuss this here.

Not with that man's daughter reading every word we say to one another and thinking it's something to do with her father. I don't know what you were thinking, bringing him into this. If you want to take a shot at me, you'll have to do it another time.

And at the moment, brother, I'm sitting in a corridor in some old classroom building at Eton. Luckily, I've got Kreacher here to keep things jolly and the teapot filled.

Most exciting thing that's happened tonight, aside from you assailing me in print, was being chatted up by a ghost. Apparently, some of the toffs that came here were wizards boycotting Hogwarts. Not sure why. I was about to ask when he sort of drifted off through the wall.

[alt_sirius]

Well, we'll just get together for tea at the Elysian, then, shall we, so you can spin your sob story properly?

For Morgana's sake, Reg.

Just ....

Stop fooling yourself. At least have the decency to do that.

[alt_regulus]

You really think I'm deluded? That I don't see what I am? or who you've become? or what's

yes, do stop by the Elysian, will you?

it would be really decent of you to do this face to face, but then you were always one for running off rather than staying or standing up