Prompt - Jail
@jegulus-microfic December 13 Word count 831
Regulus walked into the police station to bail out his boyfriend, his idiot brother and his idiot brother's boyfriend out of jail.
The police officer behind the desk showed him where they were being held. Regulus could hear the snorts and barely contained laughter from the other members of staff in the office.
“They’re very lucky that they aren’t being charged.” The officer told him as they walked down the pale green corridor. “Not for lack of trying, I might add.” Evidently, this officer enjoyed hearing himself speak. “But while around £50,000 worth of damage was done, technically they didn’t physically do it.”
“They’re free to go then?” Regulus cut him off. Bored of listening to the endless drone.
“Yes. They need to fill out some paperwork before they leave though.” The officer replied curtly.
“Would it be possible for me to talk to them before you release them?” Regulus decided to play on the officer's obvious contempt for the three young men. “I feel like they could do to sweat it out a bit longer.”
“We don’t normally, but I’m sure we can make an exception.” They reached the end of the corridor and the officer swiped his I.D. card to let them through.
“Ask Evans over there when you’re ready to let them out. I’ll be at the front desk with the paperwork.” The officer pointed at the young guard with flaming red hair sitting behind a small desk next to the cells.
“Thank you, officer, er,” Regulus glanced at the police officer's name badge. “Snape. It’s been a pleasure.”
“Likewise.” Snape said before calling over to Evans, “Mr Black wants a word with the Harrods three before you let them out.” Then stormed off back to deal with the next member of the public.
Evans gave him a huge smile before letting him pass to the cell where the Harrods three resided.
“REGULUS!!! You came!” Sirius threw himself at the bars, reaching through them and trying to grab at his brother.
“What did you do?” Regulus glared, making sure Sirius couldn’t reach him.
“Don’t blame me,” Sirius cried, outraged. He pointed at James. “He started it.” Regulus turned his gaze to his boyfriend. James audibly gulped.
“There was only one at first.” He said, jaw trembling as he recounted the story. “It was cute and funny. But then there was a whole herd of them. And well, we panicked. We ran into the nearest store. It just happened to be Harrods. But they all followed me in there. How were we supposed to know they would cause so much damage?” James hung his head. Regulus still did not understand what had happened. He looked over at the only one who hadn’t yet spoken.
Remus sighed and sat up from the bench he’d been reclining on.
“Deer.” He said as a way of explanation.
“Expand,” Regulus told him. Remus smirked.
“One single deer came up to James, and he patted it and fed it some of the Chelsea bun he was eating.” Regulus nodded.
“Makes sense so far. What happened next?”
“Well, that one disappeared and came back with about 50 of its friends. James panicked and threw the rest of his bun at them, but they wouldn’t leave him alone. So we ran for it, and they just ran after him. We dove into Harrods, but so did they and then they trashed it. We only got away from them because we locked ourselves in the changing room. Then the police came and brought us here.” Remus revealed the rest of their story, doing a terrible job of hiding his love for the chaos they’d created.
“Only you could have something like this happen to them. Damn Disney Princess.” Regulus sighed heavily, chastising his boyfriend. “You’ll all be glad to know that they can’t actually charge you with anything. You are free to go.”
“Reggie, you absolute beauty!” Sirius, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, bounced up to the cell bars again, trying to get to his brother.
Regulus got Evans to open the door for them and led the way back to the front desk to fill out their paperwork for them, with the help of Remus.
James was keeping his distance from Regulus, putting Sirius between them both.
Finally free of the police station, Sirius was back to his usual self.
“Look on the bright side, guys,” Sirius said, throwing his arms around Remus and James’s shoulders. “We are officially badasses.”
Regulus went and extracted James from Sirius’s side. Giving him no option but to look at him.
Regulus, upon seeing that James was suffering from his guilt for doing something he thought had been a kindness, that turned into a farce. Took pity on him.
He brushed his lips against James's ear.
“Quite sexy having a jailbird for a boyfriend, you know.” He said wickedly before striding towards the car park leaving James and Sirius with their jaws dangling open and Remus snickering behind him.
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La Mode nationale, no. 50, 13 décembre 1902, Paris. Robe Simple (2). Supplément au no. 50 du 13 décembre 1902 de la Mode nationale. Bibliothèque nationale de France
(2) — Robe simple, en bure écossaise mélangée et quadrillée de plusieurs tons de beige. Jupe à plis chevauchés derrière et tout unie. Corsage blousant dans une ceinture de panne ciel. Décolleté en V sur un plastron de panne ciel. Petits revers en pékiné bleu et blanc, encadrés d'une bande découpée en taffetas blanc à dépassant de panne ciel; cette bande recouvre la fermeture et vient finir à la taille. Manche chemisette un peu large sur le haut de laquelle se rejoignent deux crosses faites d'un petit biais de panne ciel.
Même modèle en flanelle; on pourrait aussi exécuter ce type en flanelle américaine; il en est de tons très jolis.
(2) — Simple dress, in mixed Scottish homespun and checkered in several tones of beige. Skirt with overlapping pleats at the back and all plain. Blousant bodice in a sky pane belt. V-neckline on a sky-panel bib. Small lapels in blue and white pekiné, framed by a cut band in white taffeta protruding from the sky panel; this band covers the closure and ends at the waist. Slightly wide shirt sleeve at the top of which two butts made of a small bias of sky purlin meet.
Same model in flannel; we could also make this in American flannel; There are some very pretty tones.
Matériaux: 6 mètres de bure; 1m,25 de panne; 0m,50 de soie blanche.
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