Regulus Arcturus Burberry was one of a kind. He was cold, distant and closed off. Most people feared him, while others swooned over him. He got his popularity from his looks and name, along with his runaway brother, Sirius Orion Burberry. He absolutely loathed him. No one knows what happened between them for sure, but everyone knew they hated each other and it had an effect on both of the brothers.

You, on the other hand, knew for a fact that you hated Regulus and you would never breathe the same air as him. He was arrogant, self-centered, and irritating. And tonight didn’t help the opinion at all. For, after curfew, you walked down the warm corridors of the castle, roaming freely with no worries of getting caught. That however, was interrupted when you bump into something with a soft thud. Or someone perhaps.

“Well if it isn’t the little birdy,” A deep mutter that belong to the one and only, Regulus Burberry, spoke. His silvery grey eyes piercing through you with intensity that no boy in Hogwarts could match.