Called Back

[regulus_a_b]

The slim figure of Regulus stepped into the Slytherin Common Room with caution, his left foot leading at a gauged pace. His expression was neutral as he made his way around the obstacles of the space, both those of an animate nature and those without life, without incident. The young Black's passage was unremarkable as his lower limbs allowed him

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[noreen_dev]

As Noreen laid in her bed, flipping through her journal to see various entries about the start of classes, she heard the door to her dormitory open then close. Upon looking up, she spotted the familiar face of a younger Slytherin. Tossing her journal to the side of the bed and hopping off, Noreen took the few steps towards Regulus at a fast pace and threw her arms around him.

[regulus_a_b]

Black wrapped his arms around her after a brief pause, his palms resting lightly upon the currently relaxed muscles of her upper back and shoulders.

"How are you, Prefect?"

Regulus' left eyebrow was raised in a mode which could best be described as mildly sardonic.

[noreen_dev]

Pressing her lips to his cheek, Noreen pulled out of the embrace. "Eh. A bit bored with the title already." A small shrug of her shoulders she slipped her hand into Regulus' and pulled him over the bed to sit down. "How does it feel to be a Fourth Year?"

[regulus_a_b]

The younger Slytherin rested his hands on his knees as he sat, back precisely perpendicular to the rather touseled surface of the bed.

"It doesn't feel much different, to be honest. Change doesn't come with arbitrary differences in time, merely with gradual growth."

[noreen_dev]

Rolling her eyes slightly at his respone, Noreen leaned back against her pillows. "Nothing ever excites you." Noreen spoke airly as she started to flip through her journal again.

[regulus_a_b]

"That isn't precisely true, as you of all women should know."

Regulus released some of his tension, allowing his body to lean back across the absurd expanse of the bed, the front of his robes divided by the natural treason of gravity and static attraction.

[noreen_dev]

A smirk apparent on her face as she placed her journal back were it was. Turning to rest on her side, her hand crept onto Regulus' shoulder and across his chest. "How was the rest of your summer?"

[regulus_a_b]

Black leaned in toward her, his head twisting to bring their faces closer together. His nostrils flared momentarily as he spoke, eyebrows raised in a mildly suggestive manner.

"Fairly uneventful in comparison. And yours, Noreen?"

[noreen_dev]

With a small shrug of her shoulders and a roll of her eyes, Noreen let out a small noise that sounds a bit like "eh". Leaning in close, she kissed the boy lightly then returned to her original position. Laying silent for a moment she looked back at Regulus. "Wait, in comparison? In comparison to what?"

[regulus_a_b]

"In comparison to when you visited, of course."

Regulus let himself lean on to his back as he drew his slender legs up over the edge of the mattress and adjusted the sleeves of his robes.

[noreen_dev]

"Well isn't everything?"

Noreen smiled as she changed her position on the bed. Now sitting on her knees, Noreen looked down over Regulus. Leaning to pressed a small kiss to his lips, she brushed his cheek with the back of her hand.

[regulus_a_b]

The young Black let his hand wander over to Noreen's unprotected hip, dextrous fingers rushing up to her lower torso in fair emulation of encroaching ice, nails lightly resting on the surface.

"It may be so."