[Scorpius stops short at the unknown voice, frozen in the doorway as the unexpected stranger sitting at his kitchen table as though he's there every morning lowers his copy of the Prophet to glare at him.
Scorpius places him immediately. Regulus Black. He'd always somewhat admired him, even as a child, for his long-unrecognized rebellion. He knows who he is, but it doesn't make any sense.
If someone else had gone to the past and changed things so he'd lived, wouldn't Regulus be much older? And Scorpius wouldn't even know that anything was wrong, since he hadn't made the change himself, and if Regulus did live and still didn't recognize him, then he probably wouldn't have existed anyway, and then he definitely wouldn't be in this situation... But how could he have gone to the past without even realizing? Unless this was some sort of-- strange after-effect of that prototype time-turner, showing up long after the fact. He manages a nervous smile, though his face is drawn and pale.] S-Scorpius. Ah, could you-- it would be lovely to know the date.
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Scorpius places him immediately. Regulus Black. He'd always somewhat admired him, even as a child, for his long-unrecognized rebellion. He knows who he is, but it doesn't make any sense.
If someone else had gone to the past and changed things so he'd lived, wouldn't Regulus be much older? And Scorpius wouldn't even know that anything was wrong, since he hadn't made the change himself, and if Regulus did live and still didn't recognize him, then he probably wouldn't have existed anyway, and then he definitely wouldn't be in this situation... But how could he have gone to the past without even realizing? Unless this was some sort of-- strange after-effect of that prototype time-turner, showing up long after the fact. He manages a nervous smile, though his face is drawn and pale.] S-Scorpius. Ah, could you-- it would be lovely to know the date.