@jegulus-microfic // january 7 // prompt: headache // words: 451
Regulus taps his foot against the ground, chewing nervously at his lip. “One sec!” Someone calls from inside.
Another moment later, the front door swings open. A man about his age with messy hair and glasses greets him, a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder.
“Hey, I’m Regulus, Harry’s piano teacher,” he says. “Is his dad home?”
“Sorry?” The man asks, not unkindly, eyebrows scrunching a little.
“I’m Regulus?” He tries again. “I teach piano?”
It’s a fairly new gig, Sirius had suggested it after he found himself in need of money after being cut off by his parents. No school would take him on to teach, so he ended up hanging flyers in cafes and miraculously, it had worked. It’s his third student this week, so the nerves are settling a bit, but they come back full force when the man smiles at him.
“Yeah, no, I caught that. Just— You’re looking for Harry’s dad?”
“Yeah, is he home?” Regulus asks, peering over the guy’s shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse inside. When there’s no response, his eyes flit over to the man again who has a playful smirk toying about his lips.
It dawns on Regulus then. “No.”
The man laughs, head thrown back. Regulus swallows. “Oh, this is doing wonders for my ego. I’m James, come on in.”
“You’re kidding,” Regulus mutters as he follows James inside. He is torn between getting a better look at the man and walking straight out the door again.
“I wish I was.” James tosses a wink over his shoulder at Regulus, who feels heat bloom in his cheeks. “I’m not that funny, though.”
“I somehow doubt that. But you’re serious? You’re Harry’s dad? Not his hot older brother or something?” Regulus claps his hand in front of his mouth as soon as the words leave his lips.
He is rewarded with another laugh, though. And strangely, Regulus wants to chase the sound. Cause it. “Keep going, this is really doing it for me.”
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, this sounds like the start of a bad porno." And really, someone should revoke Regulus’ speaking privileges. Should hand him a script with pre-approved lines because why is every word out of his mouth worse than the last?
His face pulls together in something akin to a wince and an apology is on the tip of his tongue, but then James laughs again and a giddy feeling worms its way into Regulus’ veins. But before James can respond, a tiny voice calls from down the hall: "Dad, what's a porno?"
Oh, this job is going to be a headache, he can already tell. Regulus thinks it might be his favorite yet, though.
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Tommy Kinard took one look at Buck and Eddie and asked, “is anyone else going to deal with this, or am I gonna have too,” and didn’t wait for an answer.
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