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James’ imagination couldn’t have done Regulus justice in any universe. Of course he was named after a star, he was ethereal. He was pale and lanky, but he had dark hair that hung in curls about his face. His eyes were the kind of green that teetered on grey and he was dressed more professionally than the other man. James was aware that he was staring and sprung into action quickly. He stood up and took Regulus’ outstretched hand to shake.

“Yes, I’m James. Hi,” he breathed out rather lamely. Regulus' hands were soft and cold, the metal of his silver rings sent a slight chill through James and he noticed a particular ring that was in the shape of a snake, with two emerald green jewels for eyes. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Going to see your mum then are you,” James heard a shout from the back of the plane before he could register anything.

“Remus,” James stood frozen at the front of the plane looking at the tall, lanky figure of his best friend standing up from one of the seats in the back. As shocked as James felt, he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his friend. “How’s holiday going then mate,” James shot back once he could collect his thoughts.

Remus opened and closed his mouth indignantly before also breaking into a grin. “You bastard!”

James was panicking. Why was everyone so hot?

“I’m Mckinnon. Marlene Mckinnon.”

I’d like to see him walk down a different aisle, James thought stupidly to himself before shaking his head.

Barty complained the entire time about how he was dying from hunger and about how much he missed Evan and would perish without him.

Evan and Barty raided the kitchen and claimed they would cook dinner for everyone that night

A tortured genius cult leader,

“I need to go to a museum in a few days and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.”

“I could’ve sold this you know?” It was quiet, his voice was so soft. James wasn’t even entirely sure Regulus was talking to him at all. He stood in the doorway regarding Regulus carefully. The water in the bath was already spilling over the sides, creating a slight puddle on the floor tiles. It made a steady dripping sound along with the running water from the gushing faucet. If Regulus noticed this, he certainly didn’t care.

“Regulus,” James said equally as softly, not wanting to startle him.

“I could’ve made a small fortune. I could’ve sold it and never thought about it again, but I didn’t. I wanted to keep it. I wanted to keep it and give it to him,” he let out a noise that was caught between a laugh and a sob. “When the time was right.”