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“I am the kind of guy who writes down things to remember to say when there’s a party. And then when he gets there, winds up alone… in the corner… trying to look comfortable examining a potted plant.”
independent Reg Barclay from Star Trek
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quiirinus:
“Good, good.” Quirinus wanted to make a joke about Reginald choosing to only miss his class, but he wasn’t sure that the boy would realize that he was only teasing– he didn’t want Barclay to feel any more embarrassed or uncomfortable than he did already.
“It is. But it’s also a sch-school responsible for p-preparing you for life beyond Hogwarts, and as much as the wizarding c-community likes to isolate itself, the fact remains that we coexist with muggles, and that w-we’re better at that when we make an effort to understand them. Being exposed to d-different cultures helps you get a b-b-better sense of the world and your place in it. …there’s also quite a lot we can learn from the way muggles live– they’re quite impressive problem-solvers.”
It wasn’t proper to ask about blood status, but…
“Do you have any experience with muggles, Mr. B-Barclay?”
Of course, that was what Reg kept thinking! Why on earth were all the wizards he met so reclusive? They had their ways, and the muggles had their other ways, and even suggesting that maybe some muggles had a few good ideas got him laughed out of the room. The two societies had to exist together, at least to some extent... and if you’d grown up with wizards your entire life, it made sense to study the other side, so to speak, in school.
Reg nodded. “I, um -- m-my mother is, uh -- I mean, I was raised by, uh, muggles. Er, one muggle, really. I didn’t -- didn’t know about any of this... until...” Wow, had it only been a few short months? It felt so long ago, and also like no time had passed at all. “So that makes me, um... I h-heard someone call it... mudblood?”
#quiirinus#v; draco dormiens nunquam titillandus#queue#// reg bby no don't call yourself that it's not a nice word
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“I’d rather die,” Liz said without hesitation. She took enough grief from the other Slytherins about everything from being too poor, to being an orphan, to spending all her free time with a Hufflepuff. The last thing she needed to do was to give them more ammunition to throw at her. Besides, no one ever needed to hear her sing. The fact that Reg had was quite enough for one lifetime.
In one corner of the shop was a barrel full of large bones. They weren’t anything fancy, but they definitely looked like something Fang would appreciate. The sign hanging off the front had them marked at two sickles a piece. Not a bad price, really. Liz dug through the pile and found one of the bigger ones and carried it over to the counter.
Reg couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Liz’s next purchase, until he realized. “For Fang?” Maybe he should find something for the giant dog, as well. He didn’t usually mind dogs, he usually quite liked them, but Fang was large and slobbery and convinced that he could fit into Reg’s lap.
Jax, meanwhile, had found herself a pygmy puff and was reluctant to put it back down. “Are you sure I can’t have one?”
“They take the Statute of Secrecy really seriously, Jax,” Reg reminded her. “If someone else sees that and don’t know what it is...”
“Fine, I know, I know.” Sadly, Jax returned the puff to its spot. “Just a regular old pet for me, I guess.”
Diagon Alley
#slytherinnash#v; draco dormiens nunquam titillandus#// @-ing you so your new blog gets the notification#hopefully#you never know with tumblr...
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Feeling hands running over her hair, D'rorah sighed as though the weight of a thousand dark moons had been lifted from her tiny body and just allowed herself to enjoy the moment.
“We’ll make sure each other… are okay,” she said, puzzling for a moment over the proper grammar for that particular sentence. "We’ll each make sure the other is okay,“ she corrected herself.
She curled up against him and shut her eyes. Not going to cry. Not going… She wasn’t sure why she wanted to cry. It was a nice moment. She was comfortable, felt safe. Nevertheless, the tears were coming. She buried her face against his arm and let them fall for a while in silence.
“Mm-hmm. That’s what family is for.” Reg could feel the faint tears against his arm, but didn’t say anything. Just kept stroking her hair and humming some soft, unrecognizable tune, trying to help them both feel a bit more calm.
After a little while, he finally decided they should get up and do something. “You hungry? I can get us some food...” In recent weeks, Reg had been trying to learn how to actually cook, so he could feed his daughter something other than boxed mac and cheese. “We can eat and take a closer look at some of these schools.”
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Mathematics. Part of Aella wished to level a glare at the mocking man that bore no resemblance to Reg Barclay. She was not, perhaps, hopeless at math – but every version of this man knew he had an advantage over her here. This has nothing to do with your plan to control this ship, part of her wished to say. But he had made his stance clear.
She stared at the numbers before her – took a steadying breath. She did not have a stylus with her, so Aella reached up within dark locks and pulled a bobby pin from her hair – began holding it as she would a pen, hoping the familiar motions of pretending to underline ( numbers that were hanging in the air ) would assist her in her attempt to figure it out.
A bobby pin. She planned to solve the grand equations of the universe with a bobby pin. Regular humanoids really were ridiculous, weren’t they? Reg sat back patiently, a thousand operations running in his brain, quite literally keeping the ship running.
“You cannot solve it. No one on this ship can. Except for me.”
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Only one. Peur bleue, too, by the sound of them. “Do you have bags?” Manon side her fingers up the side of the doorframe, scanning for the runes that held the security charms here— by necessity, nothing too offensive. But if they were unbroken she’d have a better idea that the voice on the other side of the door wasn’t an ambush.
She clicked her tongue behind her teeth as she found the intact security. “Don’t hex me when I open the door. It will be only trouble for both of us.”
Manon waited a moment, glancing again at the empty yard and turning her wand in her hand, before she twisted the lock and pulled the door open. The wizard she found inside was unassuming in the same way that both refugees and traps always were.
She gave him part of a smile and a harried nod by way of greeting. “Je crains qu— that is, I regret I do not have much time to convince you who I am.”
Hearing her about to come in, Reg shuffled back behind the nearest doorway and peered around, wand at the ready just in case. Though if she was here to capture or kill him, she wouldn’t have announced her presence so plainly. He still flinched when the door finally opened, gripping his wand tightly.
She didn’t look like a Death Eater. Then again, no one ever did. “...who are you? You’re with... with the Order?” he asked, refusing to step out from his hiding place.
d'enfer à la catastrophe
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stargazer-stargazing:
“Well at least you have brains on your side…Me, I’m good at fighting and I’m good at using weapons. Never been really good at thinking my way out of things. But there might come a time where you’re going to need to learn how to defend yourself…Better, at least. Phasers break, and they aren’t attached to you.”
“I could try to fight if I had to, I suppose... I think I’m more likely to hurt me than them, though. I kn-know a lot of what I’m supposed to do, but then in the moment, I... I forget it all...”
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no-seatbelts-in-space:
Alden never expected to be on a mission that went so wrong as this. He hoped the more powerful Enterprise sensors would be able to find them. The outpost, well, they’d have powerful enough sensors if Alden and Reg actually got them there.
“We’ll get them the equipment they need and be back on the Enterprise soon enough, alright, Barclay? Engineers always make it work.” Alden wasn’t sure who he was reassuring, though he felt like they both needed it. He stood, wiping the rest of the blood off his face with the cloth. “Let’s get this ship fixed. It’ll be a hell of a story when we get back.”
Nodding, Reg stood up, pressing a trembling hand to the back of his chair to keep his balance. The panic seemed to be setting in more intensely now, as though the entire thing had been on a delay. Lovely.
Heading towards the main communications console, Reg gently lowered himself to the ground and scooted underneath it to see how bad the damage was. “Oh... th-this... this is... um... shot...” Trying not to sound too alarmed, he asked in a slightly shaking voice, “C-can you find the toolkit for me?”
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