Regulus ran his hand over his face, the events of the day making him feel as though he'd aged 20 years. All he wanted was a nice warm shower, to bask in the warm water enveloping him, let his mind blank out while he found a certain area to stare at for an hour.

But he brought this upon himself.

After deliberately letting some Gryffindor girl hit on him infront of Atticus, after all nobody knew of their relationship, still, it was a petty thing to do, he was pissed at Atticus for something he couldn't even remember.

Black curls fell over his eyes, which bore no expression, remaining as indifferent as ever. With an unbothered sigh he crossed his arms, looking to the side as he leaned against the bookshelf.

He’d be ashamed to admit he liked it, the attention he received whenever he did these things. After being deprived of any affection for so long, he craved the feeling of being wanted, despite it being considered sick in some ways, manipulation and lies just came as second nature to him, it was the only way he’d survive his parents growing up and now the habits had seeped into other aspects of his life, whether it be intentionally or not.

“You’re being ridiculous, really.” He murmured, that infuriating tone of nonchalance present in his tone, the only sign of emotion being a flicker of a challenge in his eyes.