Regulus Is Now Portrayed As Someone Who Is Mean As A "love Language" And Who Spends His Time With Barty

regulus is now portrayed as someone who is mean as a "love language" and who spends his time with barty or pandora.

the thing is that regulus in canon didn't have friends, he was the one who would sit at the library alone while his brother and his friends were joking with other people, 'the popular people'. he wouldn't have anyone since no one wanted to get involved with him. so it was just him, the stars and books

besides, regulus would be mean till the point where he makes you cry, because first you annoyed him, and second because he wanted to warn people that if they couldn't handle him they better leave.

he is a loner, he always has been a loner.

he was born alone and died alone.

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you know when you think about it coryo was just a pissy teenager like any of us some of his dialogues are funny as hell. for example is when mrs. plinth starts making a conversation about her first night in capitol and his inner monologue is just like girl i don’t fucking care. or when dr. gaul tended his wound and said that she used to be obstetrician back in the day and he’s like how fucking awful to have you be the first person in the world a baby sees. he’s just like me.

sitting down in the floor, book between his crossed legs, messy hair from pulling it until it hurt and red scratches through his arms with the shape of his nails, regulus was studying.

he wasn't naturally smart like sirius or enjoyed studying like evan. he was him and that wasn't enough.

not enough for him, not enough for his parents and apparently not enough for sirius.

he would plan a perfect timetable but couldn't stick to it, he wasn't dumb but neither clever. he was in a limbo in between.

always in a grey spot, never declaring his opinions about anything: "if it doesn't affect me, it doesn't matter" he would say. but it did affect him. the pressure of joining the dark Lord, of meeting his parents expectations, and failure.

failure

that word made his insides itch to the point where he would want to take a knife and scratch this guts until it stopped itching.

so there he is, sitting down in the floor next to his bed, book between his legs and eyes surrounded by dark eyebags, with only the sound of his empty stomach making him company.

maybe he should stop trying but he would kill himself before stopping actively to destroy himself.

looking at the roof over his head he would think: "slytherins have a reputation of self preservation but I don't, am I good now for you, sirius?"

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