family gathering
Gods, the holidays sucked. They sucked, and they stunk, and they were so bad Regulus would sooner puke unicorns than leave his room in stuffy suits and have to talk to shitty relatives one more time. Yet this is the burden he must carry for being a Black. But fucking Sirius. Sirius had to escape. He had the chance, and he took it, and it sucked for Regulus. Just looking in the mirror, he resembled Sirius so closely he almost cried. James took Sirius from him. And then he took Regulus too. Quite literally, actually.
Like Regulus’ very own Flynn Rider (and resembling him as well), he scaled the wall to Regulus room, practically flung him over his shoulder, and left, leaving Regulus about 2 minutes to write his parents a note stating he won’t be back to their fucking family and they can all suck each other (again) for all he cares.
James explained on the walk back that his parents were hosting a family gathering with their relatives and Regulus was more than welcome to join if desired. Or he could sit in James’ room and James would go to keep him company every 5-10 minutes. Whatever he’d prefer, of course. Anything for Reg. Anything.
They sneakily climbed into James’ window, Regulus changed into a pair off too-big joggers and a fugly Christmas sweater, carefully tip toeing down the stairs with James hand-in-hand, practically shaking as he greets James’ family and takes a seat.
He gets along with them all fairly fast, laughing and joking and sharing stories in no time, eating whatever Effie and Monty had prepared appreciatively and falling asleep in James’ arms perfectly content at the end of the night.