Sorry If It's A Little Late For The In-character Questions... Regulus, Do You Ever Miss Your Brother

Sorry if it's a little late for the in-character questions... Regulus, do you ever miss your brother Sirius? How did you feel when your Uncle Alphard died? Do you think Andromeda betrayed the family, or is a tiny part of you happy that she's happy?James, hypothetically if you had a child and then tragically died when he was a baby, which one of the Maurauders would you want to raise him?Sirius, as universal godfather what would you be willing to do to take care of one of your hypothetical godchildren? Would you eat rats?

Regulus: Sirius is a traitor to the family. I won’t concern myself with him any longer. Of course it was difficult to lose Uncle Alphard, but he also betrayed the family in aiding my brother. Andromeda… Andromeda ought to have chosen differently…

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James: All of ‘em, obviously. Remus wouldn’t let him do anything fun, so you’d have to have Sirius and Pete around, but I reckon Sirius wouldn’t remember to feed him or anything, so you need Remus there, too.

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Sirius: I take the title of Universal Godfather very, very seriously.

The moment I fell in love with November and jewels’ writing.

In a spell of uncharacteristic impetuousness, the Dearborn patriarch of the early nineteenth century had vacated the family’s ancestral domain and constructed a new home for them in a briefly fashionable quarter of Poole where several other magical families were simultaneously putting down roots. These houses all vaguely resembled one another: large, square, brick, with terraced roofs, and though the other families’ roots proved brittle—they had vacated the manses within a generation or two, and the houses were thereafter “muggled,” as Adele Dearborn called it—the bond of similar origin was strong. Most of the muggles in the neighborhood insisted their homes were haunted, and half of them might have been right. At any rate, it was taken as a matter of course that the house at the end—with the immobile cream lace curtains that so diligently concealed the interior—was the home of a witch. And they were quite right about that.                                                                                                                 

It was the home of a witch and, until quite recently, her young wizard son.

-Chapter 36

thinking about marlene price today.....*sigh*