Chapter 2
He clawed his way forwards, gripping the carpet with his nails and struggling to force the person behind him to loose their grip, but they merely readjusted their arm about his hips and hauled him backwards once more. He hissed angrily before finally just giving up, letting his body drop onto the floor as his brother came into his hindsight, jerking his arm towards him and wiping the floo dust from him fingers and palms. "Come on, you're going to be shown your room. Remy, please hide the powder from him so he doesn't try this again." Remus, the one who it is now clear was holding onto him, release his hips and took the bowl of powder. He narrowed his eyes towards where Remus was heading, but Sirius grabbed his chin and yanked his head towards him.
"You..." Regulus hissed out, but Sirius stopped him just as easily, corraling him towards the bedroom that was to be his. Frustration lingered as he glared. He could not believe what was going on right now. Sirius had kidnapped him! Essentially. Mother and Father were going to be furious with him...something he really could not afford.
Once safely inside the room and cut off from the rest of the Potters, and Sirius' friend, Sirius rounded on him, eyes dark and impressively angry. Regulus felt himself sieze up, slowly moving backwards away from him, wanting to get out of this situation unscathed was probably the most ideal situation he could come up with-and the most unrealistic.
"What were you thinking?" Sirius venomously barked. "You tried to escape after I saved you? You ungrateful little..."
"I didn't ask to be here!" Regulus couldn't help but interrupt Sirius, his eyes flaring darkly, hands going up to do...well he was not sure but something.
"Well, newsflash, you are stuck here now. It would be best if you just accept this. Stay here, I will call you down for dinner." Sirius turned on his heel and stormed out. Regulus watched him, odddly numbed to the situation. He knew that it was dangerous, but he had no interest in going further against his brother. He would be screwed even further. It was obvious he could not needle his way out, and fighting was simply out of the question. If even spindly little Remus could yank him into submission there was no hope for him to fight his way through, and he had no idea where Remus was going to put the floo powder.
He felt agitation swirl inside of him and wanted to throw something-but there was quite literally nothing satisfying to throw, and he did not know how the Potters would react to such an outburst. He did not need to be punished for something...especially not with how precarious his position was. He felt his nails dig into his palms as he began snooping through the room.
It took a bit, but he found a satisfactory bit of scrap paper to use in one of the desks after he unlocked it. There was, unfortunately, no quill and inkpot, though, so Regulus realized he was going to have to use drastic measures. Using the sharp tip of his nail, he dug it into the flesh of his wrist, allowing the blood to pool, before writing in rather shoddy finger tip scrawl. It took moments, but he then vanished the paper with a spell, hoping that it would get to the proper person, lo and behold if it did not.
Chest heaving he waited. It was unnerving, to wait. He did not know how long it would take, if ever, but if he did manage to scrabble together a letter properly, and get permission to use an owl, than he would be more than willing to resend something, but with how strict Sirius was being, he doubted that he would be allowed to do or have access to anything like that. Much less without Sirius rereading it. He growled lowly under his breath as he ruffled through his robes, hastily pulling some medical wrap from deep inside one and binding it to his wrist.
Which left yet another frustration. He was stuck in his basic night robes...which for most he supposed was not basic, after all one only needs to see what Avery goes to night in to tell that his family was not as well off as the Blacks, but what about school robes, or anything truly, if he was supposed to be staying here for any length of time?
Sirius once more did not think things through, dragging me here, and now what am I going to do? I am going to have to return home eventually, it isn't as though I can very well stay here. I will end up going home for the winter break at the very least. He shook his robes viciously, trying to release some of the frustration that was ever growing. Dropping to the floor he crossed his legs, closing his eyes, trying to calm his mind. He needed to just go with the flow. This was a horrifically dangerous situation, and so he truly needed to get his emotions as under control as he was able.