I miss you too.

Regulus simply leaves the estate. He will not be returning any time soon. The entire family can go to hell.

No fights. Promise. He'll just glare at the annoying customers.

"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him. Asshole.

But... Fine.

Minding the pub - definitely.

"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!" He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.

He'll be waiting his entire life, if it meant he'll see her.

"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?" He gets to his feet.

Then he'll wait.

"The latter. You could have known that, dad," pause. "I'm worried about you."

She can tell him to leave, and he will.

Can they talk, after the pub closes?

Regulus snorts. "Sounds dull."

"Anything interesting in that paper of yours?"

... Yeah. He's aware he's an idiot.

Sure. Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.

Right. He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.

Ah, yes, his favourite son comes back from the dead and he ignores him. It's like nothing changed.

... Hi.

Nope.

Ahem. Right.

He rolls his eyes at the man. Stubborn bastard. "I left a locket, at Grimmauld Place, before I left. What did you do with it?"

"Oh, you know, just checking in. See if you still wish to lock me in that cellar of yours," he sits down opposite him, arms folding across his chest. "How... Are you?"

"Nice to see you again, as well."

Hi, dad.

He stopped counting the years since he had last seen, or spoken, to @notjustabarmaid.bsky.social. The last time they did speak, did not end well. Just two kids, in love. One of them making a bad decision (spoiler, it was him). Since then, everyone had thought he died. -

ㅤ 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕. ( ↻ / ♡ ) ㅤ