regulus black was in hiding. needless to say, that supposed you would be, too. the destination was a muggle area—in hopes of avoiding any detection from the dark one. albus had insisted in casting various protecting charms around the quaint little residence.

now you and him occupied, for the foreseeable future, an old-fashioned cottage. surrounding it was sprawling hills and land. one singular road, made for cars, was the only exit.

for the first month, sirius had gaily been the one to deliver yours and regulus’ groceries and necessities. but when you and regulus were in need of more personal items, which you’d rather sirius not be supplying, you’d decided to consult albus about it.

after about fifteen minutes of back and forth arguing, one scathing remark from regulus—paired with an entirely hostile glare—had silenced both albus and you. you’d left the establishment of albus with triumph; you were now permitted to leave the cottage to go shopping.

disastrously, regulus black insisted he would ‘escort’ you. he seemed cocksure that he was necessary for your survival.

the first expedition had been to a grocery store. mortals moseyed between the aisles and pushed a strange metal contraption that a woman had dubbed trolleys. you and regulus had settled for a basket instead.

bringing him shopping was like venturing into a toy store with a child.

"is this the one you use? you always smell exquisite," regulus observed as he keenly inspected a luxury shampoo. without awaiting an answer, he bundled about five into his hands and shoved them into your impossibly heavy basket. perhaps you should’ve gotten a trolley.

regulus’ curious eyes jumped to the next item. “that aisle seems to be labelled men’s underwear." his tone sounded relieved. “come, we must go there immediately. i am tired of these terrible cheap ones that sirius has purchased. they’re uncomfortable." he lamented, grasping your forearm and steering you towards his desired aisle.