You were sat in a lesson, it was boring so you were daydreaming. You had your sleeves rolled up as it was quite a warm day, and didn’t realise one of your many tattoos was showing.

Regulus was sat next to you, staring at it. He wanted a tattoo, but he knew his parents would never let him. He just thought you were so cool with all your tattoos, piercings, your hair and your nails, all the jewellery you wear..

He desperately wants to be your friend, but he’s not gonna talk to you.