Breaking The Surface
An increasingly uncommon head of black hair bobbed among the crowd of students filing out of the Great Hall following a successful meal. It was quickly lost to sight, but was clearly there for those who were interested enough to see...
Regulus made his way to the front of the mob with lithe movements, dodging a particularly close-knit group of Hufflepuffs to escape the press of bodies. He didn't spare a glance behind as he proceeded to the library along the most direct route, his feet padding audibly at a steadily increasing pace.
Black passed the formidable presence of Pince as he entered the room, muttering an inaudible explanation as he slid down to the corner both he and Remus had frequented. If he was surprised at seeing her so soon after the meal, it didn't show upon his impassive features. Indeed, Regulus' face had become almost stone-like, remote and inhuman in its lack of expression. Another knowing and reading his emotions was at last in all practicality an impossibility, considering the immobility of his features and the lack of direct communication during the past weeks.
Regulus sat heavily in a slightly unbalanced chair behind his favoured table and roughly emptied his school bag onto the abused surface. Pushing his Charms work aside with hidden disgust, he unrolled a partially complete parchment on for Potions and proceeded with the assignment, his quill moving in sharp, concise movements.
Regulus made his way to the front of the mob with lithe movements, dodging a particularly close-knit group of Hufflepuffs to escape the press of bodies. He didn't spare a glance behind as he proceeded to the library along the most direct route, his feet padding audibly at a steadily increasing pace.
Black passed the formidable presence of Pince as he entered the room, muttering an inaudible explanation as he slid down to the corner both he and Remus had frequented. If he was surprised at seeing her so soon after the meal, it didn't show upon his impassive features. Indeed, Regulus' face had become almost stone-like, remote and inhuman in its lack of expression. Another knowing and reading his emotions was at last in all practicality an impossibility, considering the immobility of his features and the lack of direct communication during the past weeks.
Regulus sat heavily in a slightly unbalanced chair behind his favoured table and roughly emptied his school bag onto the abused surface. Pushing his Charms work aside with hidden disgust, he unrolled a partially complete parchment on for Potions and proceeded with the assignment, his quill moving in sharp, concise movements.