James And Regulus As An Interpretation Of Orpheus And Eurydice By Catharine Adelaide Sparkes

James and Regulus as an interpretation of Orpheus and Eurydice by Catharine Adelaide Sparkes

after seeing the beautiful interpretation of Narcissus as Regulus by @/asbee_.art on instagram, I wanted to try my hand at a classical mythology paraphrase as well, and James just feels very Orpheus to me, som here we are

James: We have to get there fast, so Remus should drive

Regulus: why Remus?

Remus: I have nothing to live for and I drive like it

I missed them

evan, barty, and regulus spent deatheater meetings talking shit and making jokes about the other members the entire time and you can't convince me otherwise

for example:

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Evan: is malfoy wearing a bow in his hair?

Barty: merlins beard he is

Regulus: you think narcissa tied it for him?

Barty: i bet she probably brushes his hair every morning

Regulus: theres definitely a reason that he has healthy hair and i highly doubt its because lucius malfoy is a hygienic person

Evan: thank merlin for that, wouldn't want another snivellus situation on our hands

*collective snickering*

--- *at a dinner meeting after a member is killed by voldemort*

Barty: oh shit there goes the new guy

Regulus: what do you think he did?

Evan: bet you 5 galleons he asked why voldy looks like someone plucked a chicken and dipped it into olive oil

Barty: *chokes and spits out his drink*

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Regulus: did snape cut his hair?

Evan: did he? merlins beard he looks horrid

Barty: parents don't care about him

Evan: wonder how greasy and hard it was to cut that shit

Regulus: the clippers probably kept slipping

Barty: hairdresser probably asked him if he wanted it shampooed and he said 'no i have a legacy to uphold'

Evan: legacy of smelling like merlins ball grease

*more snickering*

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Regulus: did you hear? narcissa is pregnant

Evan: really?

Barty: oh merlin, poor her, she had to have sex with malfoy

Evan: i cannot imagine the horror

Regulus: strong woman she is

Barty and Evan: *nodding in agreement*

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honestly i could keep going, the three of them are so funny

Let's see it (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was sitting surrounded by his family and friends, everyone warm and bubbly and happy. The sounds weren't too loud but the house was filled with laughter. The energy was palpable but Regulus didn't feel anything but a wonderful sense of home.

As he sat, his body remembered for him a time where he was sitting in a similar position, at a similar time, but any celebrations were clouded by disappointment and expectations so high he would waste away before he could ever meet them. A house that was so cold and callous, and the sounds were either deafening silence or screams. The fear that ruled over him in this memory crept up and up and up, until he was chocking on it.

And then he breathed. Closing his eyes he took two more steadying breaths. He opened them and looked around, taking in his present time. And then little hands were pulling at his shirt. Regulus looked down, a small smile turning up his lips.

"Papa are you okay?" Harry said with a tiny voice.

Regulus leaned down to pick his son up, already too intuitive for his own good. But Regulus held him tight and mused his messy hair, "oui mon beau, I'm okay."

"Were you remembering?" Harry asked. Regulus was proud that his son said that word finally without a stutter. It was the explanation James had given to Harry as sometimes Regulus gets pulled into a memory, and his whole body seems to return, and he often goes quite still.

"Yes darling, I was." Regulus said. "I'm okay, because I get to open my eyes and see all this love around me," he reassured. And he watched as Harry's eyes followed as he pointed around the full room. Together, they caught James watching them, and when caught decided to walk over.

"Alright?" James said crouching down and wrapping both of them in a hug.

"Yeah dad we are just looking at love, right Papa?" Harry said and then looked up at Regulus, who nodded in confirmation.

"Ahhh I see. Well there's lots to look at isn't there?" James chuckled.

Regulus leaned over to kiss James' cheek, "yes, yes there is."

Just as James has settled on the bed while he reads over Sirius' notes, there's a knock at the door.

"Reggie?" Sirius calls out, and the door opens to reveal a roud face with flushed cheeks and messy curls that almost cover the younger boy's eyes. "How many times must I tell you that if it's you at my door you don't need to knock?"

Reggie- Regulus, James remembers as he scrambles to straighted up on the bed in an attempt to look decent, glances at James.

"I just wanted to be polite." He says, voice soft. "You have a guest."

"It's just Jimmy." Sirius dismisses without missing a beat. "Don't worry about him."

James rolls his eyes at Sirius' back, shooting up and onto his feet. "James Potter!" He smiles his best smile, utterly satisfied when Regulus' blush deepens. "It's a pleasure, finally meeting you."

"Hi, James." Regulus walks into the room, holding his hand out to James with a shy smile. "I'm Regulus. I... I like your jumper."

James squeezes Regulus' hand before letting it go. "Thank you, I bought it a couple of weeks ago." There's much James could comment on when it comes to Regulus' appearance: Regulus is wearing a jumper himself, bigger than his slight frame, with fluffy socks that match its colour and a pair of light blue pants with clouds printed on them.

He's so cute.

James watches Sirius from the corner of his eye, but his friend is still distracted by the message Moony sent him that he's trying to decipher. He leans into Regulus' space, winking when he says: "I like your smile."

Regulus tries to hide it behind one of his hands, but his smile widens and his whole being brithens at the compliment. James has to fight against the urge to coo at him.

Before he can answer James, Sirius clears his throat. When James turns towards him, he finds Sirius watching him with raised eyebrows. James sheepishly moves away from Regulus, sitting back on the bed and pretenting to still be reading from the notes.

"Reggie." Sirius nods at the other boy to go to his side. "Ignore Potter, he has to study from my notes because he's an idiot."

Regulus hesitates for a second, but then he follows his brother's orders, leaning on his side when he reaches him. "What are you doing, 'rius? I'm bored."

"Replying to a wonderful, maddening individual. Take my switch, turn the playstation on, I don't care. Just sit with me, alright?"

Regulus is too delighted by his brother's words to pay attention to the way Sirius leans away so he can glare daggers at James. "I'm gonna start playing The Last of Us, then!"

"Yeah sure," Sirius hums distractedly, but he's smiling. "I'll take over once I'm done here, okay?"

"Thank you!" Regulus turns to James, gesturing towards the TV. "I get easily spooked." He admits.

James is fucked. It's as simple as that. "That's fair," he says, struggling to keep a hold of the notes. "Want me to-"

"Why don't you finish studying, Jimbo?" Sirius cuts in, eyes still stuck to his phone's screen. His voice is like ice, and James sighs in defeat. "Wouldn't want Professor Sprout to fail you, right?"

"Right..."