❝What do you mean, you came for the food? ... why would we have snacks here?!❞
❝You were called the Death-EATERS, excuse me for jumping to conclusions!❞
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There was a fine line between brave and stupid and Georgie Humphreys took pride in crossing...
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It had been a little while since he'd seen Fenwick and weirdly, Regulus had been sort of well ... missing him was too strong a word but something perhaps akin to that. Even though Fenwick's sloppy eating off an over stuff sandwich was currently making him feel a bit unwell it was nice to be with someone who wasn't constantly trying to outwit him. One bad thing about not working with a trickster was that it took a good week to get ahold of him but now he had the information, Regulus was fine waiting. As long as it was wrapped up by Easter, he was okay.
"So you think Sirius is on drugs, huh?" Fenwick shrugged, "That does make sense. He does have a lot of energy. Which drugs?"
In that moment, Regulus made a spur of the moment decision which he'd come to regret, "I doubt you'd know the names. Just be satisfied with drugs."
Fenwick stiffened, the sandwich falling onto the desk he was sat on as he bulked up his arms a bit, "What's that supposed to mean? You think I'm not 'cool' enough to have done drugs?"
"I don't think drugs are cool though," Regulus replied, a little annoyed that he hadn't seen this coming.
"Well, you don't think I'm 'tough' enough to do drugs then?"
"I don't think they're tough either."
"Hard?"
"No."
"Brave."
"Still no."
"Inventive - "
"That's not a word I would assosciate with drugs and we are getting besides the point," Regulus snapped. He was wrong, he did not miss this, "Look, I just meant you seem like a nice guy who would be intelligent enough to avoid them."
Fenwick still pouted, "Nice guys finish last."
"That's just a rumour propogated by the bad guys so you'll back down and let them walk all over you," Regulus stared him dead in the eye for effect, "I am a Slytherin so trust me, I know."
Remarkably this sort of lie worked and Fenwick un-tensed, "Okay, that makes sense and explains why none of those girls I fancied ever fancied me back."
"Perhaps it was because you didn't actually talk to them..."
Fenwick shook his head, picking up his sandwich and taking a confident bite, "Nah, it was the bad guy think you just said."
