It was a rainy afternoon of December. You and your friends were hanging around in the slytherin common room, enjoying the calm time together.

Barty and Evan were passing around a joint while Dorcas was painting pandora’s nails a pretty blue color that matched her eyes.

Regulus was sitting on one of the couches, smudges of charcoal on his cheek and hands. A sketchbook draped lazily on his thighs as he drew.

“Whatcha drawing?” You asked

“A drawing” he spoke, unfazed by how stupid his answer was, he probably knew and didn’t care.