Like The Pirate!?
The window shatters. A hand sticks out and grabs the windowsill. Regulus is petrified with fear. A man with light brown skin and brown hair pulls himself up and in.
He's wearing a pirate hat?
Oh, shit! That's a pirate!
The man pulls himself in from the demolished window.
"Hello. You must be Prince Regulus?" The man said. Oh...he's tall. And not exactly bad looking? No. No. No. I cannot think like that. Especially not about a pirate.
Regulus nods. "And who are you?" He tries to make his voice sound sturdy and confident, despite his fear.
"I am Captain James Potter." The man said. He bows and tips his hat.
Wait like the James Potter that led the rescue of my brother? Like the Captain of the Marauders? Like the famous outlaw? What would he want here? He already had the eldest Prince and was filthy rich, so why was he back?
"And why are you here?" Regulus asked with his head held high.
"That's for me to know and you to find out later, love." Potter grinned.
"I don't think you being here is a good choice. I could go get a guard now." Regulus warns.
"You and I both know you wouldn't," The taller replied
"What do you mean by that, Potter?" The boy with grey eyes asked.
"You know-" The pirate tries, but a noise that sounds like someone is trying to open a locked door from across the hall interrupts him. The men fall silent.
"Regulus Black, I know you are out there. Let me in" A voice growls. His Mother. Regulus pushes James into a closest and pulls the curtains over the broken window.
"Sorry, Mother." Regulus opens the door and an angry Walburga pushes in.
"What do you think you are doing? Hiding in a hallway during a ball we threw for you!" She fumes
"Sorry, Mother." He repeats.
"Sorry will not cut it. You will be punished after our guests leave. Now, the duke of Partily has a daughter and we are interested in a deal. Meet me at the buffet in ten minutes." She storms out, shutting the door behind her. Regulus goes over and opens the closet. James steps out.
"Thanks for that" Potter breaths out.
"mhm" Regulus sighs.
"How- What does she mean, punish you?" He looks concerned.
"Nothing. If you would tell me what you need, that would be helpful." The boy with curls says.
"I need you to come with me. I'd prefer willingly, but I will do what needs done. I will give you two days to prepare. Don't bring a lot of things. Don't tell anyone."