that something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous
~ Since he can remember, probably since the day he was born, the world has seemed a frightening place to Regulus. One could argue that he is a Black, financially cushioned for the entirety of his life, a silver platter child - what could be so worrying to someone like him? But coming from the privileged family he does comes with it's consequences. From a young age not only had he had been exposed to certain stresses, paranoia, and prejudices that some people in this day and age consider to be very hateful indeed and not appropriate for children to grow up around, he also suffers from a crippling side effect of very wealthy: a completely undeveloped sense of how to take care of oneself in the event of tragedy.
Knowing their best friend might very well be in desperate trouble with the Head of Magical Law Enforcement as their punisher would be a frightening thing to anyone even slightly more worldly, more hardboiled than this poor little rich boy. So to Regulus, stuck here at Hogwarts without any idea of what to do with himself while Barty is off doing God knows what with Crouch Sr., the worry is enough that by Thursday he's reaching a level some might describe as a wreck.
Yes, wreck will do nicely, and it does nothing to help this unfortunate image when he drops all his books and papers in the middle of a corridor, too distracted to catch them in time before they scatter everywhere. Alarmed and embarrassed, he drops to his knees to pick them up. ~
[OOC: Open to anyone at Hogwarts, come poke the emokid, fun way to spend an afternoon.]
Knowing their best friend might very well be in desperate trouble with the Head of Magical Law Enforcement as their punisher would be a frightening thing to anyone even slightly more worldly, more hardboiled than this poor little rich boy. So to Regulus, stuck here at Hogwarts without any idea of what to do with himself while Barty is off doing God knows what with Crouch Sr., the worry is enough that by Thursday he's reaching a level some might describe as a wreck.
Yes, wreck will do nicely, and it does nothing to help this unfortunate image when he drops all his books and papers in the middle of a corridor, too distracted to catch them in time before they scatter everywhere. Alarmed and embarrassed, he drops to his knees to pick them up. ~
[OOC: Open to anyone at Hogwarts, come poke the emokid, fun way to spend an afternoon.]