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Essential

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Prompt 11 - Essential

@jegulus-microfic July 11, Word count 693

“Sirius, why are there boxes of essential oils all over the flat?!” Regulus was startled awake by Remus shouting in the small flat. He’d moved in with his brother and his boyfriend a few weeks ago after his cousin Bellatrix caught him saying goodnight to the man he’d been on a date with. She’d taken pictures of him kissing the man goodnight and gone straight to his mother. When he got home, there was a box of his things on the doorstep. He’d knocked on the door when his key didn’t work and was greeted by Walburga Black sneering down at him. She showed him the pictures that Bellatrix had sent to her and told him he was no son of hers and to never darken their doorstep again. 

Unsure of what to do, he phoned the only number on his phone that he’d never used. Sirius came and picked him up immediately and gave him a home. And that’s where he still was. It wasn’t too bad. He wasn’t afraid of coming home any more, so that was a bonus. It was just that the flat was tiny, and his brother was loud, and his friends were always there.

“It’s fine Remus, I’m going to put them all in our bedroom and sell them, everyone loves essential oils!” Sirius shouted back from his bedroom, snapping Regulus back to the present. 

Sirius and Remus were throwing a party that night. Regulus was, of course, invited, but he planned to stay in his bedroom with his earphones on and binge-watch Downton Abbey. There was a loud yell and a bang from the living room. He jumped up and went to see what his brother had done now. 

Sirius was sprawled on the carpet with ten small boxes on and around him. 

“He tripped,” Remus said as a means of explanation. Regulus shook his head and started helping collect the boxes and store them in the other bedroom. 

It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing and Regulus was deep into the tales of the Crawley family. He was, however, pulled from his viewing when his bedroom door flew open and James Potter blew in, shutting the door behind him.

“Can I hide in here?” He asked, looking around the small room for somewhere to hide.

“What? No.” Regulus screwed up his face in disgust. “Get out,” 

“Oh come on, please,” James begged.

“Why do you need to hide?” Regulus was becoming interested against his better judgement. James snorted. 

“I just put a ton of hot sauce in Sirius’s drink, and it’s only a matter of seconds before he takes a sip.”

“AHHHHHH!!! POTTER!!!” James’s eyebrows flew up his head as his eyes widened. 

“Quick,” Regulus said, dragging his duvet up. “Curl up at the top of the bed,” James didn’t question him and did as he was told. Regulus threw the duvet over him, tucking in the edges and settled back, using him as a giant pillow and pressing play on his laptop again. 

Sirius knocked on his door before peeping in.

“Reggie, you haven’t seen James, have you?” His voice was a little hoarse. Regulus had to bite his tongue to stop himself smiling. 

“Nope, just me and Mary in here,” 

“Mary? She’s out here,” Sirius looked behind him and pointed, “Yeah, she’s right there,”

“Not MacDonald. Lady Mary Crawley,” He huffed, spinning his laptop to show Sirius the screen. 

“Oh, alright. If you see James though, I’m looking for him.”

“I’ll send him your way if I see him,” Regulus promised, his fingers crossed behind the laptop.

“You know you could come out and join us,” Sirius said hopefully. 

“Sorry, I’m not really up to it,” He smiled a small smile at his brother. 

“Maybe next time then,” Sirius returned the smile, but bigger. His eyes flicked around the room, and he quietly shut the door behind him. 

“It’s clear,” Regulus said, jabbing his elbow into the soft lump behind him. 

“Ooof!” James grunted but carefully rolled out of the cover. He plonked himself down next to Regulus and wrapped the duvet around their shoulders. “So what are we watching?” 

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