regulus was sat at the quidditch pitch in the slytherin stands, his hands folded on his lap as he contemplated in the moonlight. he had lost the quidditch match today to gryffindor, specifically to potter. the gryffindors star chaser took over the seeker role and found the snitch in record time, leaving regulus angry and disappointed. disappointed that he failed to potter again, and sirius. to gryffindor. the wind whistled in his ear, and he grew increasingly angry. his hands clenched tightly together, so tightly that his knuckles were growing increasingly white. his hands were already pale and slightly red due to the cold, his cheeks reddened due to the chill in the air. yet, he didn’t seem to mind at all.