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Regulus is initialised, and Sirius is in bold with world notes like this in default.
July 19th, 1970 – Dinner Notes
The paper is crumpled, used thoroughly over the years, and charmed for the ink to fade forever an hour after being written. A handy tool of silent communication in Walburga Black’s household.
Are you ok?
Nothing I’m not used to
The paper was carefully passed between the brothers. Careful to have no expression on their faces as they read each other’s scribbles. Sirius had broken one of the many rules and had been punished, and Regulus was worried about him. Blood dripped down his face during dinner, getting in his soup from a large gash on his hairline. It dripped on the letter, too and stained their hands.
I can heal you after dinner.
The brothers have been granted wands early to try and get an upper hand on the other children who would become their peers. They had private tutors on the basics of wand work. They were both at a Second-year level despite Regulus being 2 years off attending Hogwarts. He had a special aptitude for healing charms. This was useful when they (mostly Sirius) were punished and left to pick themselves up.
Don’t bother. It’s too obvious; we’ll get our wands taken away. The bleeding has almost stopped anyway.
Regulus Knew from a quick glance that this wasn’t true, but if he was going to be stubborn, there was nothing that could stop him. This was one of the reasons that Sirius was punished so often. They were both hanging on to the promise of Hogwarts with both hands. It was their only hope of reprieve. Even if Regulus will have to suffer an entire year without his brother, his shield, his protector, and his comfort.
Fine, bleed out.
Regulus passed it back, and Sirius pocketed the paper, ending the conversation.