unbeknownst to everyone, not including james (because regulus had confided in him stupidly), evan, and barty, you were the youngest black sibling. you kept this fact well hidden, but most of the team had already worked out that you were related to regulus, considering your similar appearance.

you were one of the ones who had access to the guns. everyone never really knew why, because you didn’t seem threatening at all. you were the youngest of the bunch, only 19. you never had to use the gun, because barty and evan normally did, but you’re aim was great. besides, regulus didn’t want you to. well, that was until today.

regulus head shot up when he heard your distinct footfall and the door swing open. you smiled, a cotton-candy flavored dum-dum pressing against the side of your mouth—your favorite.

barty was stood by the door, regulus by the wall with sirius between them, and remus was tied to a chair, evan holding a gun to his temple. you crossed the room, staring down sirius.

sirius’ face fell and regulus knew everything would go to shit if sirius began with his dramatics. “you brought her into this?! first it was my boyfriend and now h-her?!” regulus rolled his eyes at this.

“i am not using her as collateral. unless i absolutely have to. she’s here for a different reason.” regulus calmly assured sirius.

you sighed, unholstering your gun. you aimed at sirius. regulus ordered sirius to call a few people, to do anything to get off the case he was working on against regulus and the heist. sirius did, and on the second phone call Frank, his boss, picked up on the fact sirius might’ve not willingly wanted to quit.

you glanced at regulus, and he nodded. “sirius, hang up the phone.” you muttered into sirius ear, but sirius didn’t follow your order. something bad was about to happen in the next few minutes if the phone wasn’t hung up.