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Regulus kicked a stone along his path and watched it skip a few feet away before it collided with a tree. It was actually sunny out for once, and though still a bit cold it wasn't ridiculously so.  Unable to spend another minute inside the library he decided to go for a walk around the grounds. He'd been in a foul mood all day, and was attributing it to a bad case of cabin fever.  His classes were boring, his friends were either up to their ears in schoolwork or busy chasing after girls and the people who were around....well, they weren't worth being around.

Except maybe Emmeline. She didn't seem so bad. She was pretty, and she was actually nice to him from the start. (A big plus when you're in Slytherin) And at 14, what other qualities was he really looking for?

Regulus kicked another stone, though quite a bit harder and listened as it skipped along....and hit someone in the leg.

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She'd tucked her hands back inside her pockets as they walked, glad to have company. Emma glanced over at him. "It's alright," she said softly. She wasn't sure why they didn't get along, but it had been pretty clear that they didn't. "Did you ever find Sirius?"
"Yeah, I did actually." He didn't particularly want to elaborate on this point, since there hadn't been a real reason to seek out his brother. Other than to talk to her and annoy Lupin that is. "He can be hard to track down sometimes."
She laughed. "He's always getting into trouble. It might be easier to follow Filch next time you want to find him." Her attempt at a joke. Emma looked out at the forest and tucked her hair behind her ears again.
Regulus smirked. "You're probably right. I don't know how he manages to get in as much trouble as he does."
"He'll probably tell you it's a gift." She shook her head. "I'm sure you're very proud." Emma glanced over at him, grinning.
"Of course," He replied with a chuckle, "Blacks have to be the best at something. Sirius just happens to be the best at making mischief."
She laughed softly. "And what is your talent, then?"
"Let's see...Well, of course I'm good at everything I do. I am, afterall, a Black," He teased, "But especially Quidditch. I'm a pretty good seeker if I do say so myself. Of course, I can't help it if other teams cheat.... As for other talents, well, I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you." Regulus smirked.
Emma rolled her eyes. "We most certainly did not cheat. Can't help that how ever good you might be as a seeker, ours was better." She grinned and glanced over at him. That last bit about having to kill her if he revealed his other talents reminded her a little of Sirius, though it was different coming from Regulus.
Regulus shrugged. "Of course you would be biased, and I can accept that. Doesn't make you right, but..." Regulus teased, "Just because I have a bad game doesn't mean your seeker is any better than me. It just means they got lucky."
She laughed and nudged him with her elbow gently. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Regulus, is your business." They continued down the path and found themselves nearer to the lake.
"Hot cocoa and a good book," He replied easily, "But that has nothing to do with Quidditch."
Emma couldn't remember the last time she laughed this much. "And what, pray tell, defines a good book in the eyes of the great Regulus Black," she continued to tease. "Clearly Pride and Prejudice isn't on that list."
"No, it's not and I'll have you know I read that by accident. People shouldn't leave bad literature lying around in the common room," Regulus paused to think, "I like Dickens, though I haven't read as many of his books as I'd like."

Regulus stopped walking for a moment and put a hand to his chin. "The great Regulus Black. I could get used to that."
"Sure," she said. "I'm sure it was just lying around the common room." She continued walking. "Dickens is good. A bit wordy."

Emma stopped and looked back at him. "Dear Lord, I've created a monster!" She turned and walked on towards the lake.
"A monster?" Regulus scoffed, "First I'm great, now I'm a monster? No, don't worry I won't get as arrogant as all that. Sirius has the monopoly on arrogance."
She laughed. "I'm aware of that," she said, turning to face him. "Just teasing you. It's fun." Emma grinned and walked on, stopping by her favorite tree. It had a great view of the lake.
"It's very close to becoming a spectator sport," He said with a smile.

Regulus followed her over to the tree and looked around. "What else do you like to do? Besides teasing me?" Regulus smirked.
She smiled and leaned back against the trunk. "Well, read. And Izzie takes up a lot of my time." Emma glanced out over the lake. "I like to bake, though that's rather hard to do here."
"Bake?" He asked confused, "Can't you just have someone do that for you?"
She laughed as she looked back at him. "If I wanted to take all the fun out of it, yes I could. I could buy it in the store premade. But I enjoy baking myself."
"It's just food. How do you enjoy preparing food?" Regulus just couldn't grasp the concept.
Emma slid down the trunk to sit back against it, glad the ground wasn't too cold. "I like to work with my heads, to know that what I made took time and effort. I usually don't bake just for me. But for Christmas or someone's birthday, you know." She smiled up at him.
"I can understand wanting to give someone something personal," Regulus said, not really wanting to argue with her after getting along so well, "But you're talking to someone who's never cooked. Not once. The closest I've ever come is Potions class." Regulus smiled down at her but stood standing where he was, leaning against the tree.
She smiled. "Maybe you should give it a try sometime. You never know, you might actually like it."
"I don't know if I should," He said with a chuckle, "After all, the Great Regulus Black does not cook."
"Cooking is different than baking. Cooking doesn't involve chocolate on a regular basis." Emma was clearly trying to tempt him.
"Chocolate?" Regulus grinned, "I may have to make an exception. I would, of course, need someone to teach me how to cook..." Regulus let his back slide down the tree trunk until he was sitting next to her and gave her his saddest look. "Otherwise I'll wind up blowing up half the castle."
"Oh, I think I might know someone willing to teach you..." Emma smiled warmly at him. "Can't h ave you blowing up the school. Now to convince the house elves to let us use the kitchen."
Regulus winced. "That might take some convincing. But I'm sure we could find a way. They've gotta sleep sometime right? Or maybe we could tell them they have to clean a different part of the castle? I'm sure a small white lie in the interests of preserving the school would be justified."