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Regulus
Evan was running for some reason. Not to get exercise, he hated going on runs, but he was running through the house.
Someone was going to get hurt.
Pandora came running after him.
Regulus was sat on the grey sofa in their shared house (well, it was a very big house), next to Dorcas and they were sharing a bottle of wine. She raised and eyebrow at him as Pandora slipped and almost fell flat on the face.
He repeats, someone was going to get hurt.
"Oi, what are you two doing," Dorcas yelled from her seat on the sofa next to Regulus. She'd obviously refilled her wine glass at some point and with a surprised sound, he found his full as well. It'd been empty before.
"Evan stole my diary, but I got it back now so it's fine," said Pandora, sprawling out on the floor by the fire place. Her dark skin was glowing from the firelight and her hair was in braids and thrown in a bun at the top of her head.
"Right, well I think you both just need to calm down, relax, drink some wine. Like me and Reg." She nodded towards me.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, I have finally booked that shoot," Barty said walking into the room. Actually he just seemed to appear from nowhere but Regulus assumed he had walked through the door. "For tomorrow."
Regulus blinked. Pandora blinked.
"Tomorrow? Tomorrow!? How the hell do you think I'm going to get my hair ready for tomorrow?" Dorcas had lept up, almost stood on Pandora and somehow managed not to spill her wine.
"What happened to staying calm? Plus your hair looks fine. Also I thought management was supposed to book the shoot for us," Reg said.
"Yeah but they said I should take on some responsibility."
Excuse me, back to my hair, I wanted braids for the shoot. I feel like they just look more badass." Complained Dorcas.
"Nah, just do one of those styles Panda does when she doesn't have braids. Anyway where's Evan?" Barty said.
"Yeah or we could do those mini twist thingies now. And he's probably in his room." Pandora said. "Let me just put my diary away."
Then it was just the 3 of them.
Barty threw himself on the sofa and onto Regulus and Dorcas. His legs were crossed at the ankle and over regulus while his head was rested on Dorcas' lap.
"How are you two lovely people on this fine morning?" He said.
"It's raining," Dorcas deadpanned.
"Evan loves the rain."
Regulus rolled his eyes.