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As much as he would have liked to be effortlessly brilliant - especially given the comparisons he couldn't help but draw between himself and certain of his relatives - Regulus had put in a lot of hard work to maintain his high grades this year, just as he did every year. With OWLs now just visible on the horizon, he was just as determined as ever to avoid slacking on his habit of studying ahead. Not that he could always avoid it even if he wanted to, but... well. That part depended on the frame of mind papà was in by the time Regulus got home. Letters from his grandfather seemed to indicate that things were fine, but it was better to see for certain with his own eyes.
Either way, the summer would hold more studying - or at least more reading - but also Under-Seventeens Quidditch matches, which were likely to be fun, and the unavoidable therapy sessions, which were sure to be much less fun. Also Regulus' fifteenth birthday, which could go either way, depending, again, on how papà was doing.
But back to right now, and Regulus was ready for the feast. Given how hard he'd worked himself for his end of year exams, he'd given himself permission to relax, culminating now in this end of term feast, so he was in a good enough mood as he seated himself at the Slytherin table.
"Hello," he said politely to those nearby, most of whom seemed to be in the lower years. To the girl he knew a little better, what with her being in his own year, he added, "Hi, Giselle. Looking forward to summer?" A cliche question for the end of the feast, but Regulus still had yet to break the habit of saying and doing what was most likely to be expected. Rome, as it turned out, was truly not built in a day.
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