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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.


She shook her head. "It's alright. I don't mind the company." Emma smiled softly and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Alright then," Regulus smiled slightly and began walking along the path with her. He paused for a minute, unsure of what to say to her.

"I'm sorry about the other day. Lupin and I don't really...get along," Big Understatement He thought.
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."