Regulus' usual expression was neutral to a step above disgust. He'd long ago learned to keep his emotions off his face (except when expressing thoughts about tea, that was always fair game). It was just necessary to survive in his family home growing up.
Sometimes his other emotions leaked through, though. Like now.
Because he was honestly confused.
He was not what he would call a brave individual. From eleven years old, it was hammered into him that Slytherins were sly and cunning. And Gryffindors were brave and bold. So he just didn't think about his own self in terms outside the prescribed expectations.
People relying on him to stay alive sounded an awful lot like a Gryffindor's preview.
"Why would anyone look to me for protection?" he said. Incidentally, just as an undead rounded the corner down the corridor and he sent a curse dusting it apart. He had not equated what he'd just asked with what he'd just done in any fashion what so ever.
So... DW never gave me this notif, I'm so sorry I'm late.
Sometimes his other emotions leaked through, though. Like now.
Because he was honestly confused.
He was not what he would call a brave individual. From eleven years old, it was hammered into him that Slytherins were sly and cunning. And Gryffindors were brave and bold. So he just didn't think about his own self in terms outside the prescribed expectations.
People relying on him to stay alive sounded an awful lot like a Gryffindor's preview.
"Why would anyone look to me for protection?" he said. Incidentally, just as an undead rounded the corner down the corridor and he sent a curse dusting it apart. He had not equated what he'd just asked with what he'd just done in any fashion what so ever.