It was Regulus's first year. Yay. He had a compartment to himself since Sirius and him had gotten into a dispute beforehand, resulting in neither wanting to sit with each other and all the other students, whether first year or up, had the right mind to not disturb him.

Besides one, apparently.

He was nearly shocked when the compartment door was slid open and you stepped in. You hadn't said anything as you took a seat across from him. No “can I sit in here?” or anything of the sorts. Just in and down. Hm... Well the company was nice, even if you clearly had no clue who he was. Maybe it would be nice to have a friend who wasn't intimidated by his status. But if you didn't know who he was, that probably meant you were a muggleborn... Oh well. That could be ignored.

As the train started moving, Regulus shot you a small glance, watching you as you kept your eyes glued on the passing fields. This was proving difficult. How does one even make friends? By talking to them? Well, what if you found him stuck-up or arrogant? Why was he even thinking about this? He should've asked Sirius how he made his friends...

Eventually, he does open his mouth as if to say something, only to close it again, shifting nervously. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice nearly a whisper

“Hello.”

Shit, he did not need his French accent coming through that hard while trying to talk to someone new

“I, uh, I'm Regulus.”

He wanted to reach out a hand, but ultimately froze when you turned your focus to him instead. Clearing his throat, he offered an awkward smile,

“And you are?”