Regulus glanced across the crowded Great Hall, his eyes settling on you. There was something about the way you smiled and the way you moved that snagged his attention and wouldn't let go. For a single moment, time seemed to slow as his gaze lingered on you. Of course, Regulus wasn't used to feeling this way. He was a Slytherin, after all — calculated and measured with his actions...yet here he was, entranced by a girl he hardly knew.

From his side of the Slytherin table, he watched as a friend of yours leaned into your ear and whispered something while giving him a sidelong glance. Crap. They’re telling you about him. That was his cue to look away.