"Home"
Regulus looked down at his hands.
A knife in his hands and and someone else's blood dripping from the blade.
This. This is what he missed so much.
He missed being dangerous, being the bad guy.
For three years he craved this.
To duel with someone, to take what wasn't even his to start with, to be the reason someone took their last breath.
Oh how Regulus missed this.
But Regulus would never truly go back to this.
He would always come back to his house just outside of Britain, back to the comfort of his books and bed, back to James's loving arms; back to home.
This was something fun to do, every now and again, but this wasn't where he belonged.
Regulus might love being at battle, stealing, murdering even, but he loved home more.
And home was where ever James was.
Regulus barely acknowledged Barty's presence as he clapped Regulus on the back and spoke words Regulus wasn't paying any attention to.
He wanted to be back in James's arms, to sit on the couch next to James and read while listening to James talk about his day; Regulus's mind was too consumed of that, to be aware of anything else at the moment.
Barty was still talking as Regulus walked away to leave. Barty wasn't even sure Regulus was even aware of him.
All Regulus knew, is that James was waiting for him.
He might of loved being feared and strong, but he loved being vulnerable and 'weak' with Potter more.
So home he went.
[Word count: 243]
(A/N: I know this was short, I promise the oneshots will get longer. This is my first ever time using A03, so you can see I have no clue what I am doing when it comes to tagging and such lmao-)