I got this feeling that they&#39;re gonna break down the door

No, we hit people too.

[He's exchanged blows with his brother more than once. But Regulus quiets down and takes a drag of the cigarette.]

Did they hurt you?

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They tried to. She tackled me onto the floor and hit my head pretty good.

So I, uh, hit her with a lit cigarette and ground it in.

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Good for you.

[He doesn't seem terrible perturbed. Then again, healing spells exist in his world.]

She probably deserved it.

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Yeah, she did.

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Don't even think about it, Black... [Oh, hello there. Don't mind him strolling up, a box of potions in one hand.] Cigarettes won't stay lit if you persist in this watery habit of yours.

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[He looks a little surprised to see Severus there, but after a moment, Regulus rolls his eyes dramatically with a sharp little scoff. He takes one last puff and hands the cigarette to Violet, smoke curling out of his mouth as he speaks.]

Should have known you'd take to following me around.

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Uh-

[Since Violet has just been talking about using one of these to scar a girl permanently, she hurries to the sink to crush it out.]

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_{[That'll get a look from Snape before he turns back to the other wizard, one single eyebrow arched up in amusement. You sure know how to pick them, Regulus.]}

Who knows when you'll need another extraction from the lake.

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Yes, you can stop rubbing it in now.

[He sighs and slips off the table, pressing his hands in his pockets.]

I'm assuming you came here to do something other than sabotage my attempts at making friends?

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Don't worry. Everyone has humiliating parents.

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_{[Turning at her comment, Snape gives Violet a quelling glance as he slowly draws out his wand, almost as if he was contemplating whether or not to hex her before he flicks it at Regulus, casting a diagnostic spell.]}

Who said anything about sabotage?

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Ah- hey-

[That tingles. His fists tighten a bit as a shiver runs through his spine.]

Look, just leave her out of this.

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[She folds her arms and leans against the sink, watching them both suspiciously.

Well, mostly Snape.]

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_{[There might as well not be anyone leaning against the sink for all the care Snape shows.]}

To my knowledge I haven't even talked to her yet, Black. Protective much?

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You looked like you were about to hex her. Why did you follow me in the first place?

[He scowls.]

Sorry Violet.

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That's okay. I don't know if hexes stick on me any more, so.

[Shrug.]

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Looks can be deceiving, but I suppose you'd never know unless I tried.

_{[The spell doesn't seem to show anything too worrying, so he stops it and pulls out a mild healing potion which should fix up the rest.]}

And I'm sure you realize how stupid of a question that was.

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-oh.

[He smiles sheepishly and moves to take it.]

It finished brewing? And don't threaten her.

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Regulus, I'm okay. I promise.

[He's nerve-wracking, but not terrifying.]

He's trying to help you, right?

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I said it would, didn't I?

And I believe that I still have yet to address her. Really now, Black, one might begin to think you're developing Gryffindoric tendencies with these latest heroics of yours.

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Don't compare me to the likes of them.

[He snarls before taking a deep drink of the potion and wincing as it went down, before addressing Violet.]

-yeah, he's helping. I'm still a little torn up from when I drowned a lot. This stuff makes it bette- ah, probably shouldn't have been smoking. [Another little wince. Way to destroy your lungs forever Regulus.]

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Idiot. Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all?

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_{[A. Snort.]}

Not exactly the most eloquent, but I believe Miss Harmon has got the general gist of it.

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I'm dead, aren't I?

[He coughs once.]

Doesn't really matter.

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