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Regulus is at a table, writing something.
Or, well, trying to write something. From the three or four crumpled bits of parchment, it's not going very well. Jane's started giving him looseleaf paper instead, until he gets something workable enough for a final draft, but he hasn't even taken the time to boggle at it. (He'll get to that later, most likely.)
You'd think trying to re-establish contact with a semi-estranged family member wouldn't be this difficult. Except for where the person in question is Sirius, so it totally is.
Or, well, trying to write something. From the three or four crumpled bits of parchment, it's not going very well. Jane's started giving him looseleaf paper instead, until he gets something workable enough for a final draft, but he hasn't even taken the time to boggle at it. (He'll get to that later, most likely.)
You'd think trying to re-establish contact with a semi-estranged family member wouldn't be this difficult. Except for where the person in question is Sirius, so it totally is.