regulus awoke to thee screeching of traffic on the side of the road, he wiped his eyes and cracked his sore back. he looked around and when he realised where he was he groaned and fell back on the bench which was his current bed. "fuck my life" he sighed and grabbed his phone from his pocket ignoring the threat texts from his mother stating that if he didnt return immediately he would be fully cut from the inheritance and an outcast of the black family. good, he thought, maybe if he was an outcast then he wouldnt have to see that bitch ever again. ever since his father dies from some complicated wizarding disease he didnt understand, mother had been more harsh than ever. he wasnt particularly sad about the perishing of orion black, he felt kind of numb, like of course he knew that his father was dead (that was highly obvious when he walked in on his dead body lying in his office) but he didnt know if he should really be sad about it, his father was never really a big part of his life. he was always locked away in his office doing whatever he did for work, him and regulus' mother were never in love they had an arranged marriage like the generations of blacks before them. they never despised each other, regulus thought anyway, he didnt think either of them ever liked each other much though, more like just tolerated each other enough so that it was respectable for their families.
regulus scrolled through facebook in lack of anything else to do, the usual posts popped up: facebook mums posting their childs 4th birthday, advertisements for a local schools bake sale. maybe he could sneak into the bake sale and steal all the childrens cakes and threaten them to- a new post popped up on his cracked screen, roommate needed! space for 1, rent would be shared. if youre interested please text me, james potter, at 08763 473 274. thank you!!!
interesting.
a roommate might not be too bad, rent wouldnt be a problem since he had hacked into his parents bank accounts and stole a couple million bucks. they wouldnt even notice, they get all their servants to shop for them because they dont believe in letting the poor or the average view their 'greatness' and the servants would just assume his parents had made a big purchase. plus he had heard of the potters before, his father detested them and how they lived. he once went on a 3 hour long rant about how awful they were, so maybe if he got the spot for a roommate then that would piss of his parents even more and that would always be a bonus,
hello mr potter, my name is regulus black and i would like to apply to fill the vacancy of your roommate. thankyou and my regards, R.A.B. regulus sent a quick message to the potter boy before slipping away his phone into his back pocket. he grabbed a cigarette from his other pocket and lit it, taking a deep inhale and feeling instantly batter. he knew it was a bad habit and he was going to stop, really, but right now he just needed it. he stalked around the streets of london looking around in interest at all the funny shops and people, his mother never allowed outside much hence his deathly pale skin. he found a authentic looking bar and wandered in imediately hearing a rock and roll band playing cover songs of david bowie, he watched as people danced around the room bobbing up and down to the drum beat. regulus walked over to the bar and sat on one of the stools, critiquing the layer of dust sitting on it. he was just laughing at the names of the incredibly cheap french wine when a bartender came over to him, arms folded on the bar and towel flipped over his shoulder, his black shirt sleeves were rolled up showing his bulky forearms and his long fingers. his black hair covered the top half of his menacingly black eyes. "welcome to out bar, im barty and ill be your bartender today. what can i get for you" his voice was deep and smooth, and he was looking at regulus like he knew he was hot and he thought that regulus was going to imediately fall for him and start swooning. but regulus just leaned forward, running a hand though his perfect ringlets and narrowed his eyes, looking at barty through his gorgeously long eyelashes,
"ill have your most expensive bottle of french wine please," barty looked at him slight awe in his eyes, before smirking at him and leaning back. "you wanna come to the backrooms and help me choose?" barty asked him flirtily, already walking away from him, regulus slid over the bench and followed barty into the dark backroom of the bar, his heart beating faster than before. barty pushed him against the wall of wine and slid his tongue into regulus' mouth grabbing his hair roughly, regulus followed his lead kissing him back roughly and grabbing his ass. 10 minutes later they were sitting out at the bar again, slightly more red faced and ruffled from the make out session. regulus pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in between his lips, reaching for a lighter. " hey no smoking in here gorgeous," barty plucked the cigarette from his lips and threw it behind him, "seriously. that was my last one you dick" regulus pouted making barty laugh at him and shake his head. regulus huffed standing up from his chair and crossing his arms, "i gotta go anyway. places to be peaple to see and all that shit, see you bartender." regulus reached over gabbing a bottle of vodka and saluting to barty as he walked out of the bar. he took a swig from the bottle and sat down on a nearby bench, staring up at the sprinkling of stars coated across the sky. he said the names of the constellations out loud to no one in particular and people gave him odd glances as they passed, one lady guiding her child to the other side of the road when she saw him. rude much.
ping
regulus stopped telling no body about the constellations to check his phone, taking another swig of the vodka as he did. hi regulus! id be happy to have you apply for the roommate. if you come come to my apartment(24 hogwarts road) for a little in-person interveiw that would be great! you can come anytime from 12-3pm if that suits, james potter. regulus laughed a little at the small line of happy face emojis james had put after his text message, he quickly typed a thumbs up text and sent it to him before shifting himself and lying down on the street. last day on the streets if tomorrow goes ok!
james
james splashed his face with water and brushed his teeth, trying to freshen upas quick as he could before 12 when regulus was due to come in for an interveiw. regulus was such an interesting name, thought james, he had looked it up the night before and found out it was a star. james had always loved the stars, his father used to take him stargazing on top of the mountains every year when the time was right and the sky was clear, sometimes they even saw the northern lights if they stood in the exact right spot. he did a quick sweep of the apartment one last time to make sure everything was good for the interview. he really hoped this one went well, the other interviews hed had hadnt exactly gone well. the first one was really sketchy and had tried to steal everything, the second one had said some shit about being homophobic so james had punched him in the face and he ran out, but what do they say threes the charm right? or it is threes like really unlucky. ah well, he had a good feeling about regulus black. he seemed very polite and slightly posh in his text messages.
james sat down on the sofa beside his small coffee table and waited for regulus to come, his fingers tapped the rythm to moonage daydream on his leg and his glasses kept on slipping of his nose, almost smashing more than one time. when the knock on his door finally did come and hour later james jumped and scrambled to open the door. he silently composed himself trying to flatten his messy nest of curls and taking a deep breath. he opened the door to a well built guy with pale skin, gorgeous long locks of perfect ringleted curls and the most stunning dark brown, almost black, eyes hed ever seen. his jawline was sharp and he had a purple hickey across the side of his neck, his small hooped earrings complimented his eyes perfectly, sharp and gorgeous. and his lips, god his lips, they were pink and plump and so kissable it was mad, he just wanted to lean down and kiss the he-
"hello, james potter in assuming? im regulus black."
in short he was perfect, flawless, impeccable, quintessential.
james cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes away from the plumpness of his lips and looking up at him instead.
"um yes, sorry. c-come in, lets get started." james cursed himself on the inside for letting out his stutter, his mother said he only stuttered when he was nervous. like when he got back a bad test result, or his father in trouble at work or when he was in love. wait what.
"so are you coming in or...?"
he turned to regulus who was already standing in the middle of his apartment, and looked at himself who looked like a total idiot just sanding at the door. he hoped regulus would still want the room because at this point james would have given him it even if he was a convicted criminal. god, the man had barely said two words and james was already obssessed. peter was right, james always fell to fast.
this would be a long interview.