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three_broomsticks2017-01-07 07:06 pm
madam_rosmerta) wrote in three_broomsticks2017-01-07 07:06 pm
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3Broomsticks, a mingle meme
 THREE BROOMSTICKS: A MINGLE MEME After a long day, you find yourself tired, achey, in desperate need of a drink, and maybe even a pillow to rest your head on. Three Broomsticks is a warm refuge from the freezing cold snow gusting outside. "Welcome to the Three Broomsticks, luv! What can I get for you?" Madam Rosmerta is bright and cheery, heralding the bar where a number of wizards are already seated, wetting their whistles with ale or butterbeer. INSTRUCTIONS 1. Post with your character, noting their name/canon in the subject, and any preferences. 2. Roll a number and tag out to others. 3. Profit. TIMELINE a) NORMAL. It's just another day in your character's life. Nothing to see here. b) TIME HAS NO MEANING. Obligatory option to allow the different generations to interact. Is your character part of the younger crowd, and you always wanted an opportunity to thread with their parents? Maybe now, with the aid of a Time-Turner, you can make it happen! c) MISC. Make something up. It could be an AU universe where anyone from anywhere can be dragged into the Three Broomsticks. Parents or children can be your character's classmate or colleague, instead. The dead never died. Those from other worlds can have an established life, here. OPTIONS 01. PARTY ANIMAL. You're drunk, rowdy, and ready to have a good time. Did you receive good news? Crashing someone's get-together? Meeting up at the Three Broomsticks after work with your crew? Stopping by after watching the Quidditch World Cup? Who cares, let's shake things up (just be sure to give Rosmerta a good tip before you go.) 02. GOSSIP AND RUMORS. Drunks are always easy to coax into sharing the latest gossip in the wizarding world. The warm setting makes it even easier to get someone to open up to you, or for you to blab to someone else. 03. SCHEMING. There's a war going on, don't you know? Careful what you say during a meeting, you don't know who might be eavesdropping. Are you undercover? Trying to stay under the radar, whether it's the Ministry's, Order's, or a Voldemort-sympathizer on your tail? 04. LONER. There's no such thing as being alone here. Your character might not want the company, but company's coming anyway, pal. 05. THE DATING LIFE. Why would you think bringing your date here is a good idea? It's loud and rowdy, and you're sure to have someone crash into your intimate moment. Maybe that's a good thing, depending on who you're here with. Are you the crasher, or the crashee? 06. FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT. Here we go. It's inevitable for some drunk to get a little too rowdy. Are you that drunk? The one on the receiving end? Are you giving poor Rosmerta a hand by breaking up the debacle? Or you could be the one who is helping the poor soul who got clobbered. Yikes, that'll leave a shiner. 07. FRISKY. When the booze is flowing, there's always a chance for someone to get hot and bothered. Did someone catch your eye at the bar? Flirting up a storm with your date? With a little liquid courage, you too can admit your eternal feelings for that one person... even if they're a sworn enemy. Take it upstairs, you crazy kids. 08. SPIKED DRINK. Didn't your mama ever tell you to keep an eye on your drink? Now look what's happened, you drank something you weren't supposed to! Are you the poor sap who got hit with a love potion, some luck, or are you suddenly sporting some rainbow-colored hair? Go crazy with the results! 09. FIRST MEETING. Everyone's got to meet for the first time at some point. Maybe you get along asap. Or it could take you some time to warm up to each other. Are you coworkers, and this is your way of extending the olive branch after a job gone good or bad? Maybe you need something from this person. 10. WILDCARD. Choose any option above, or make up your own scenario. |
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it feels safe. warm. nostalgic. it makes him feel that if he just holds on hard enough he can keep regulus together, keep him from harm, the blankets like a shield around them, the silence of the night a little private bubble that no one can penetrate. the worst news is out there now, but what matters is that regulus is alive, he's alive, and he's come around, and together, somehow, they'll make this work, they'll fix this thing.
so after a few long moments of quiet, sirius at last begins to loosen his grip. he doesn't let go, but he's no longer crushing his brother desperately, he's just holding him, keeping him close, cloistered, safe. with his eyes closed, sirius exhales softly, the tension in his body eking away, and he's sinking into the thick mattress and bedding again, relaxed. when he speaks his voice is hoarse, but soft. ]
It's all right.
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[He smiles, a real smile, if a tired one, and shifts to rest his head on Sirius' shoulder.]
Go back to sleep.
[Regulus doesn't expect to sleep like this, he doesn't expect to sleep at all, so it's a sharp surprise when he wakes again a few hours later, warm and comfortable, tangled up in someone else. For a frantic moment, he doesn't know where he is, who this is, but the memories come pouring back immediately: his shock at seeing Sirius advancing at him through the Three Broomsticks, the tension and uncertainty at coming back here with him, at getting him involved. Locking the necklace away, relieved to be rid of its torment for even a little while. The nightmare, and coming in here, and yes, there are the Gryffindor banners and the nonmoving Muggle posters he'd been so proud of at school.
He's home. He's safe. Sirius doesn't hate him, even though he'd taken the Mark. He doesn't need to be alone anymore.
The relief that shimmers through him leaves a sheen of tears behind, and Regulus curls up closer to Sirius as he blinks them away against the pillow. It's morning, he can barely see a corner of sky out the window, but it's too early to leave this behind yet.]
you're supposed to be sleeping!!
but it's still not long before the warmth and human contact, and the sound of his brother's steady breathing, begins to lull him to sleep again.
sirius is no less a touchy, affectionate man in sleep than he is awake, and he keeps regulus close, flings himself all over him, like his brother's a bigger, less fluffy teddy bear. morning comes, and sirius is still draped around him, chin rested on the crown of his head; be thankful, at least, that he isn't drooling.
the movement makes him stir a bit, even though sirius doesn't wake entirely, only shifts and murmurs a big, the sound like a low, rough growl, and he renews his grip. ]
don't tell me what to do!!
It's warm and he drifts again, thinking about Sirius and his clinging, how common it had been once to feel it, how much he'd missed it and how careful he'd been never to let Sirius know. But here in the early morning, with Sirius growling possessively in his sleep, it's easier to move closer and nestle his face into his brother's neck and just let himself be wanted a while longer.]
i'll tell you all i want!!
he'd been so sure that regulus was dead. why wouldn't he have been? there was no reason not to believe it. but it's been weighing on his mind heavily, squeezing his heart with guilt, because he can't ever stop believing that what happened to regulus was his fault, that he was too selfish, that he'd failed the little brother he had been meant to protect.
so having him back - it feels like a second chance, and even in his sleep sirius is unwilling to let him go.
he wakes up before long, though, stirring and stretching, grumbling groggily. his eyes slant open to find the walls of his old room, and a tangle of dark hair that isn't his own. after a few brief seconds his awareness kicks back in, and sirius chuckles softly, shutting his eyes again, his arms still heavy around his brother's body. ]
So much for not meaning to sleep here.
you're not my real dad! >:(
There's a little guilty stab at that, and he remembers how uncomfortable this house makes his brother, that it's never been a home to him, even if Regulus feels like he can really relax for the first time in months now that he's home.]
Sorry. [It's soft, and into his neck, Regulus curling up a little with the word.] I shouldn't have made you stay. I know you hate it here.
h-how dare!! after all i have done for you!!
Didn't make me do anything. I'm here because I want to be.
[ he doesn't want to be in this house, no, but he wants to be with regulus, and right now regulus needs to be here. discomfort or no, sirius is going to stand by him, and support him as long as he needs to. his brother is barely holding himself together, he needs time to heal, to decompress, and there's no one else in the world that will help him now. save for sirius, regulus is alone in this world, and he's not about to abandon his brother again. he wont make that same mistake twice. ]
'M glad to help.
[ sirius' grip loosens a little, just enough to allow his brother some room to escape if he wants it, but keeping him close if he doesn't. sirius is, clearly, perfectly content to stay like this. ]
it doesn't mean i LIKE you bAKA!!
He saved me. Kreacher. [He drops his hands and looks away, stares across the room at the little flying skeletons floating in front of Sirius' Gryffindor Quidditch banner.] The Dark Lord almost killed him, and laughed about it when he came back. And I know you always hated him, but he was my friend, and I was so...angry.
then why are you blushing!!
sirius is quiet for a few long moments, his expression tight and hard. there's really nothing that kreacher could really do to ever endear himself to sirius; they're old enemies, and they always will be, it's doubtful that anything will ever reconcile them. but.. ]
Doesn't matter, how I feel about him. He was there for you when - [ it's hard to voice, he's ashamed, but sirius pushes the words out anyway. ] - when I wasn't. And good thing he was, too.
[ because it wasn't sirius that saved his brother, it was that damnable elf, but even sirius can admit that that's a debt he can never repay. after a moment, sirius uncurls one hand to run his fingers gently through regulus' dark, messy hair, slow and soothing, back and forth. ]
But he's still here.
y-you are!!
[He hadn't really meant to tell Sirius any of this, not so soon, but he'd promised. No more secrets. He closes his eyes as Sirius cards his fingers through his hair, remembering the way he'd do this to ease Regulus out of being upset over his nightmares. It makes it easier to talk. The nostalgia puts distance between what they've been through and where they are now.]
There was a cave. And a potion. It had to be drunk. Kreacher had already had to drink it, the Dark Lord had tested it on him, I couldn't...make him do it again, so I made Kreacher swear to take the necklace and destroy it, and I drank— [He has to swallow against the surging of his stomach, and presses instinctively closer to Sirius again to ward off the chill that threatens to come back.]
I drank it. But Kreacher didn't leave without me, he brought me back. I would have died there. I thought I was dying.
no you!!
he doesn't know what to say. sirius has never claimed to be an eloquent speaker, never considered himself someone who was capable of giving good advice. he's too rash, makes poor choices rooted in emotion instead of logic. he doesn't know how to comfort his brother.
a thick lump rides in sirius' throat, and he swallows hard around it. when words fail him, all sirius has is his hands, and he's spent all night holding regulus, but right now it's all he can think to do. with both arms he gathers his brother close again, and there's a desperate protectiveness in it now, his hands fisting tight in regulus' shirt, white knuckled. he'd known he'd nearly lost him, but hearing the story of it makes it seem more real somehow, tangible, like if he doesn't hold on tightly enough death will swoop down again to finish what it had started in that cave. ]
It's all right. You're all right.
[ sirius finally says, his voice rough with emotion, chin rested firmly atop regulus' head. ]
You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. To either of you.