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AU account to Regulus Black. | #hprp #mv #ms 21+ mdni golden trio era | written by ED.
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"Hardly. But thanks, it's just for the time being," he shuts the door, a frown on his face.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Rosie..."
After a few moments, he opens the door. Blinking in surprise. She truly does look awful, the poor thing...

"Rosie- come in," he steps aside.
At least he's home for this surprise visit. Don't mind the mess, the hunt never stops.
Regulus simply leaves the estate. He will not be returning any time soon.

The entire family can go to hell.
Disappearing into the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of extra strength whiskey and chugged it as quick as he could manage to quell his rising temper.
"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him.

Asshole.
No fights. Promise.

He'll just glare at the annoying customers.
No. Fights.

This is still her fatherโ€™s business and she wonโ€™t see it run into the ground.
"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him.

Asshole.
Snarling, he turned back and grabbed hold of the boyโ€™s throat.

โ€œDonโ€™t you dare fucking talk to me about walking away. You disappeared for two damn decades!โ€ He shouted in his face before he stormed off again.
"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!"

He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
Minding the pub - definitely.
Hm.

Mind the pub, sheโ€™s got taps to refill.
He'll be waiting his entire life, if it meant he'll see her.
"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!"

He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
โ€œDonโ€™t know what you expected, Iโ€™ve got everything that helped me move past it.โ€ He muttered, getting up and walking out of the room.
"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?"

He gets to his feet.
"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?"

He gets to his feet.
โ€œDonโ€™t bother, Iโ€™ve got my whiskey, my work, and my wife. Thatโ€™s all I need.โ€
"The latter. You could have known that, dad," pause.

"I'm worried about you."
She can tell him to leave, and he will.
Sheโ€™s got inventory to do, but if he insists.
... Yeah. He's aware he's an idiot.
What did he expect? He visits once for the first time in years then disappears again.
Right.

He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
Right.

He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
Narrowing her eyes as she poured a beer for the customer next to him.