pulled from his tdm call the wizard cops {OPEN}

[fixating]

ministry of magic

While it may seem like a boring job, Regulus Black's position in the Department of Muggleborn Registration is extremely important. He records each and every Muggleborn Witch and Wizard that joins their society so that they're easier to keep track of; their safety is all-important and knowing who and where they are at all times is the best and most efficient way to make sure they're safe. It's a necessary evil, of course. The young official is well-known for his sharp smile and razor wit and the haughty way he holds himself even while registering eleven year old children into the system and assuring confused Muggle parents that it's for their child's safety and that nothing is going to happen to their child while under the care of the Ministry of Magic so long as every regulation is followed.

He's in his office most often, doing paperwork, smoking on his breaks, or feigning interest when a coworker comes in to speak to him.

If you come into his office for help and not immediately look like Muggle parents with their child, he's going to raise his eyebrows and lean back in his chair. "How can I help you?"

diagon alley

For all the big bad awful Death Eater nonsense behind Regulus Black's demeanor and everything in his life, he's still a teenager barely nudging toward twenty. It means that he's going to spend down time however he pleases, whether it be eating ice cream at Fortescue's or perusing a book shop, many of his hobbies are those of a normal young man. He's not the type to be openly social unless prodded, but he's still willing enough to talk if someone approaches him no matter their blood status - though his attitude will vary depending on what that may be.

Most free days are spent in said book shops, so whether you're going for school texts or for pleasure novels, you're almost bound to run into him. Perhaps literally.

knockturn alley

Regulus is quiet and hard to find in Knockturn Alley but he's there, either in Borgin and Burke's trading in antiquities or elsewhere purchasing potions ingredients of a more sinister nature. It's difficult to tell whether he's meant to be there or not, whether he's trying to run a sting operation for another department, or if this is a personal errand, but whenever he does go, he never leaves empty-handed whether it's with a sack of galleons from selling or new purchases from buying.

It shouldn't matter which, really - and if you're Muggleborn, you probably shouldn't be back here to begin with. It's far too dangerous. He might just have to escort you out. Hell, even if you're a Half-Blood. Point is, it's not safe in general, and if you don't know what you're doing you might get yourself burned, literally or figuratively.

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[secondpotter]

"Great," Albus says, sitting up in his chair. He reaches for a quill, wanting to get the formality over with. "Sorry for the inconvenience and what not. It's still a bit of a shock knowing that we're not in the right time. It's the last thing I expected to happen to me."

He smiles, hoping to win the young man over. He doesn't recognize Regulus as Scorpius does. He's just another Ministry official who wants to tag him like an errant pet. It grates on Albus' nerves that he's there getting the trace but as long as he thinks of it as an intricate Apparation license it keeps his anger from getting the best of him.

[engorgimpressed]

Scorpius heaves an absolutely genuine sigh of relief, because wandering around the Ministry some more until they find the right place is not his idea of a good time. "Thank you, really, we very much appreciate it too!" He nudges Albus' foot with his own pointedly. Be nice, you hooligan.