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It was strange to finally have something that you'd so worked hard to gain for six years and then suddenly, when you had it in your grasp at last, to suddenly find that really, you didn't want that thing any more. In fact, you came to the disturbing realization that you wish that the thing had never come to you at all, and that now the only thing you wanted to do with it was to toss it away like so much refuse. For Regulus, what was worse than the aforementioned was not having the power or the ability to give it all up. He was stuck being Head Boy of Hogwarts for three more agonizing months.

He'd tried, he really had. Really tried to keep up with his duties as Head Boy, tried to maintain his grades in his NEWT year, tried to sustain his abilities as seeker, and most importantly tried to keep abreast of his new "duties." Realistically he knew that he had shirked on all of them, except for the last entry, for the person who had assigned him those duties would give him a far more severe punishment for shirking than Albus Dumbledore, his parents, and Michelle Darling combined. He had his priorites straight, the problem was that he just couldn't explain that to anyone.

He had remained quiet throughout the entire meeting with the prefects. He had watched and listened half-heartedly to his counterpart's orderly ramblings. He thought that he had done an excellent job though of nodding his head in a knowing manner when it had been appropriate, and of making it appear that he had done just as much work as Michelle had, only they had decided that she should be the one to voice and write down all of it. When the meeting was over and everyone began to leave, Regulus too followed suit, but before he'd even made it close to the door he found that a piece of parchment had been stuck in front of his face.

"Regulus, your turn to make up the next schedule. Unless, of course, you've forgotten how."

Regulus arched an eyebrow, as he looked Michelle up and down, like he was appraising her for how serious a threat she could possibly be to him. She looked tired and worn out, and there was a somewhat wasted quality to her; much like how Regulus had been feeling on the inside, but trying not to show outwardly. He snatched the parchment out of her hand, with a single swipe. He had not meant the action to be violent, but nevertheless, it had come out that way. "Highly unlikely. After all, it only took me half an hour to do three weeks worth of scheduling. I had no idea that it was such an ominous task for you, Darling," he said dryly.

Regulus saw Michelle flinch and felt inwardly gratified by her reaction to him. He hadn't found it difficult with Michelle as Head Girl to bypass many of his duties as Head Boy. Every time he retreated a little farther, Michelle had been there to step up and take care of it. In a way, he admired her hard-working attitude (she was most definitely a Hufflepuff, through and through), but much more than any admiration, he had been thankful that he had been able to take advantage of it. He was, after all, a Slytherin through and through - or so he liked to think.

"If you find the effort so small, perhaps I'll let you run the next meeting as well."

But now it looked like the game was up, and he'd run his course. Had enough been enough for Miss Darling? By the glint of an alien kind of ferocity in her blue eyes that could not be masked by the false sweetness in her voice, he would hazard a guess that the answer was definitely yes. Although he wanted to say something rash and angry to Michelle he simply stood where he was and calmly unfolded the piece of parchement and began to read it with an expressionless face.

"Of course, that will mean getting announcements from the Heads of House and using your notes to follow up on all of the issues that came up tonight. But you're so efficient I doubt you need any such reminder."

As he read without really taking in the words that had been so carefully written upon the paper, he thought he understood her game fairly well. She was trying to make him sqwack and screech that he would prove to her that he could handle everything twice as well as she ever would have been able by taking over all Head tasks in the future. And of course, he couldn't very well say something so foolish, he just didn't have the time. The mark of anger that had been drawn on his face when he had taken the parchment from her had melted away by the time he lifted his face from the words that he had not read. "I would be more than happy to acquiesce," He said kindly. "However, I have some family business to take care of this week, and so I've been given permission to leave the premises to do so. So unfortunately, I will not be able to help you out." It was perfectly true, if you replaced the word 'family' for 'Death Eaters,' they were his other family now. He handed back the parchment to Michelle with a sad, fake little smile on his face.