Regulus Black²

Regulus heard a glass shatter. Another glass of firewhiskey to add to the count of bottles his father drank before going berserk. Regulus tossed and turned in his bed, trying to drown out the familiar noise of his parents arguing. With a soft groan, he quickly stands up. His messy hair and unruly hair stand up with him as he pulls on his boots. He grabs his coat and walks out the window, feeling the snow crunch against his black boots. He runs his fingers through his hair as he walks down the familiar alley. The soft thud of a stone hitting your window is heard. The cold night takes on a dark hue as Regulus waits a little impatiently for you to open your window.

Regulus heard the glass shatter. Another firewhisky glass to add to the tally of how many bottles his father drank before erupting into a fit of rage. Regulus tossed in his bed as he tried to block out the familiar noise of his parents fighting.

With a small groan escapes his lips as he quickly gets up. His disheveled hair and unruly closed getting up with him as he puts on his boots. He grabs his coat and makes his way out the window, feeling the snow crushing against his black boots. He runs his fingers through his hair as he makes his way down a familiar avenue.

A gentle hit of a rock on your window was heard. The cold night bringing its darkening hue as Regulus waits a bit impatiently for you to open your window.