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After the Black family portrait and the three Black sisters, I realized I only missed to draw the Black brothers, so here we go! Regulus and Sirius in a private moment of peace at Hogwarts, being their usual selves: one all smug and bold, the other full of anxiety and insomnia, probably (that's how I see them at least). I felt inspired by this concept and wrote a microfic about it! Let me know what do you think about it ♥♥♥

Sirius drew a breath from his cigarette and looked right in front of him. The low rustle of the leaves filled the air, giving the impression all was calm and serene. But he knew it was not. << We shouldn’t be here, Sirius >> said the young boy biting his lower lips, already scattered with small cuts, making obvious this was a habit of his. << Why not? >> he chuckled in response, << It’s such a lovely day, Reg, take a sit, relax! >> Regulus shuffled on his spot for bit, visibly uneasy, his arms crossed so tight as if that was the only thing keeping him together. << It’s the middle of the day! We have classes right now! >> << That’s exactly why it’s all so calm and nice! There’s no one around! >> Sirius open his arms to show the empty hallways behind the arch of the courtyard. << No one in sight >> repeated again, going back to his position, sitting on the edge of the arched window, his back against the wall. Regulus sighed deeply, knowing too well his brother to protest any further, but wondering to himself ‘why on earth does he had to drag me along?!’. << We should leave >> Sirius said all of the sudden, bringing Regulus back to reality. << Yes, we should >> he agreed with a sense of relief in his chest, taking a couple of steps toward the hallway. << No >> Sirius stopped him without looking at him. << We should leave that house, Regulus. >> It took a few moments for Regulus to register what his brother was actually saying, what he really meant. When he did, he simply shifted in places once again, his head suddenly feeling too heavy to lift, and murmured: << We can’t. >> << Yes. Yes, we can. We must >> Sirius looked at him with steel eyes, his featured now hardened by his determination. << We will die if we don’t, Reg. You know it. >> Regulus indeed knew. He knew what they had to call ‘family’ wasn’t in fact a loving safe haven to return to, and he dreaded and feared the moment they’d had to go back to them again. But he also knew they didn’t really have a choice. They never did in the first place. They belong to the most ancient and noble house of Black, and nothing would have change that, no matter how hard they’d wanted it to. << No >> he simply whispered again, his eyes now distant, << We can’t. >>

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After the Black family portrait and the three Black sisters, I realized I only missed to draw the Black brothers, so here we go! Regulus and Sirius in a private moment of peace at Hogwarts, being their usual selves: one all smug and bold, the other full of anxiety and insomnia, probably (that's how I see them at least). I felt inspired by this concept and wrote a microfic about it! Let me know what do you think about it ♥♥♥

Sirius drew a breath from his cigarette and looked right in front of him. The low rustle of the leaves filled the air, giving the impression all was calm and serene. But he knew it was not. << We shouldn’t be here, Sirius >> said the young boy biting his lower lips, already scattered with small cuts, making obvious this was a habit of his. << Why not? >> he chuckled in response, << It’s such a lovely day, Reg, take a sit, relax! >> Regulus shuffled on his spot for bit, visibly uneasy, his arms crossed so tight as if that was the only thing keeping him together. << It’s the middle of the day! We have classes right now! >> << That’s exactly why it’s all so calm and nice! There’s no one around! >> Sirius open his arms to show the empty hallways behind the arch of the courtyard. << No one in sight >> repeated again, going back to his position, sitting on the edge of the arched window, his back against the wall. Regulus sighed deeply, knowing too well his brother to protest any further, but wondering to himself ‘why on earth does he had to drag me along?!’. << We should leave >> Sirius said all of the sudden, bringing Regulus back to reality. << Yes, we should >> he agreed with a sense of relief in his chest, taking a couple of steps toward the hallway. << No >> Sirius stopped him without looking at him. << We should leave that house, Regulus. >> It took a few moments for Regulus to register what his brother was actually saying, what he really meant. When he did, he simply shifted in places once again, his head suddenly feeling too heavy to lift, and murmured: << We can’t. >> << Yes. Yes, we can. We must >> Sirius looked at him with steel eyes, his featured now hardened by his determination. << We will die if we don’t, Reg. You know it. >> Regulus indeed knew. He knew what they had to call ‘family’ wasn’t in fact a loving safe haven to return to, and he dreaded and feared the moment they’d had to go back to them again. But he also knew they didn’t really have a choice. They never did in the first place. They belong to the most ancient and noble house of Black, and nothing would have change that, no matter how hard they’d wanted it to. << No >> he simply whispered again, his eyes now distant, << We can’t. >>

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