To Play The Spy

[regulus_a_b]

The Common Room was nearly empty, most Slytherins weren't sociable at the best of times and the terrible quidditch match of the previous week had run all of their tempers to breaking point. Regulus was, however, preoccupied with the task Remus had asked him to attempt. While he lacked the training in Legilimency to analyze Yaxley's thoughts or even

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[thats_not_cream]

Lucifer walked into the room, slightly sore from his breathing exercises with Pom-pom. He flopped onto the couch with his head in Regulus' lap. "Who are you waiting for?" He played with a strand of hair in his face.

"OH! What do you think of my hair? I was thinking of growing it out again, but I kind of like it shorter." He looked down his body, and noticed his skirt was flipped up a little. Tugging it back in place, he said. "I never did thank you for helping me to the Hospital wing, way back." Looking straight into Regulus' eyes, he said," If you need anything, you can count on me, 'kay?" He smiled and sat up.

[regulus_a_b]

Regulus was startled by Lucifer's appearance and subsequent activity, but he played it off well.

"Well, should I take the questions in turn? I'm waiting for Yaxley, of all people... your hair looks rather good to me, and you're welcome. Oh, and I'll remember that."

After a moment, he continued.

"So, what are you up to?"

[thats_not_cream]

"Yaxley? Who the hell is that?" Luci looked truly confused.

"Me? I'm content. Lonely, but content." His sad expression left, chased away by a bright smile. "How have you been, since I've been away?"

[regulus_a_b]

"She's in your year, but then again, I'm sure she never ran into you. After all, you are still alive."

Regulus' smile betrayed a certain amount of hyperbole.

"Oh, up and down. So, anybody else know you're back yet?"