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"you're late."

regulus scoffed. "well, pardon me if i have more important things to do than meeting you, marlene mckinnon."

marlene whipped her head around to face regulus as he sat down next to her, and made a discreet sign to the busy waitress.

"listen, i don't have time for you being a dick. or for dicks in general. i don't even like dicks," she accentuated the penultimate word, making regulus let out a laugh that he probably wouldn't have wanted to be heard.

he nodded, an air of superiority that both overwhelmed and annoyed marlene to no end.

"i don't even know how dorcas could stand you," she said jokingly, shoving him slightly.

he looked on his shoulder where she had touched him, then flicked his hand over it, almost as if he brushed away dirt.

merlin, marlene hated posh boys.

"the feeling's mutual. i cannot comprehend how such an intelligent person would like someone as ignorant as you are."

she just rolled her eyes. "making fun of me was not the reason i called you here."

"then?" regulus cocked a single, elegant brow. "what is it you need of me?"

"i need information."

"what kind?" his brows furrowed, his mind racing.

"peter pettigrew," she said sharply.

his eyes widened in something that he couldn't quite place. he looked back at her, determination on his face.

"the last scum of this planet." he snapped furiously. "the filthiest human, if i can even call him that, to ever exist."

"that, i know of," marlene's eyes glinted in the warm light that the fireplace and the dim lights of the pub emitted. "i need to know about his alliances. is he... one of yours?"

regulus looked down to the floor, almost as if he didn't want to disclose the information that the woman asked him for. "yes." he said sharply, but his words were barely above a whisper.

she triumphed, once again. "since when?"

he thought for a few seconds. "last year, maybe?" he tried, his memory slightly fuzzy at that late hour of the night. "i think around november last year. 1979."

marlene nodded. "did he take the mark?"

"all the death eaters take the mark," he whispered, irritation in his voice.

"narcissa didn't," marlene reminded him.

"narcissa isn't a death eater, she just helps us... them, sometimes," he said, "but yes, he took the mark."

"how do you know?" she asked again. not that she wanted to be annoying, but she needed all the details, all the possible evidence.

"i was there. the memory is put in a flask, for the pensieve," his tone softened slightly, "and that, i could lend you."

marlene took his hand and squeezed it slightly, a thank you and a reassurance that everything he had confessed to her would only be used for what she had promised. "thank you," she beamed proudly, "so much. that's all i needed. thank you, reggie black."

he scoffed at the nickname, but he grinned. "alright, alright. off you go! it's getting late!"

she jumped off the stool and, with one last wink to regulus, she put on her traveller's cloak and left him behind, just as the beautiful waitress made his way to him.

step one is done, she thought and smiled to herself, as he disapparated in the pitch dark of the night.

#another one bites the dust #i was thinking about 2 or 3 more chapters and THEN maybe i'm actually outting it on ao3 #anyways as you might see regulus and marlene don't really have a lot in common. they don't really get along...#but bonding over their mutual displeasure in regards to peter pettigrew... they can sort themselves over that #omg anyways #peter pettigrew #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #my writing

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