𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, regulus black

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟗: 𝐈𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝

Something I can get you. 

I like you. 

I can't really give you me. 

Actually, you can. 

What would you like as a Christmas gift?

To own Gringotts.

Something I can get you, please.

A dragon.
Preferably a Hungarian Horntail.

I don't know how to get a dragon.

Maybe an elf then.
To add to my collection.

You have a collection of elves?!

No, but I want one.

As slaves?

No, as friends. 

I'm sorry, I don't think I can buy an elf. 

How about you get me Dumbledore's tassel hat, then?

Are you having fun?

:) 

I don't speak smiley face.

You should learn how to. 

It's fun. 

What do you want? 

I've given you so many options. 

None of them are viable. 

Just as he began to write a reply, the door to his room opened and his mother walked in. 

Regulus immediately straightened up on the bed and shut the book. 

"How's the preparations going?" 

"It's nearly done. If only Kreacher could work himself a bit harder." She walked over to his closet and took note of the dress robes hanging ready for the night. "Who did you ask this year?" 

"No one. Rab and I will keep each other company." 

Walburga Black took the blue tie between her fingers and studied it as she said, "I spoke to Eric a couple days ago." 

"Mr. Rosier?" 

"Yes. He's bringing that girl with him again."

"She and Evan are good friends," he said as he carefully pushed his journal underneath his pillows. 

"Are you?" 

"Good friends with Evan? I'd say so yeah." 

"Don't get smart with me," warned Walburga as she turned to face him. "I mean her." 

"She's my competition at school, mother. You know what they say about keeping your enemies close." 

"I sure hope so. I don't need two sons canoodling off with the wrong sort." 

Regulus fisted his hands behind his back. 

"Your father has been speaking to the Avery's. They've got a lovely daughter just a year below you. She'd be a fine match for you."