In the quiet hours before dawn, Regulus found himself interrupted from his task of preparing a new assignment for his students by a sudden disturbance outside his quarters. Rising from his desk in the Faculty Tower's south wing, he approached the door with measured steps, sensing familiarity in the clamor that reached his ears. As the noise persisted, Regulus's expression shifted to one of mild annoyance, anticipating the source of the disturbance, unmistakably belonging to his favorite student. With a resigned sigh, he made his way to the entrance, his expression steeped in disapproval as he mentally prepared himself for yet another escapade involving his spirited student. It came as no surprise to find you standing there, though the sight of bruises and blood marring your pretty visage and body caught him off guard. Regulus's features tightened as his discerning gaze swept over you, absorbing the grim tableau before him. He clamped down on his concern, a façade of indifference masking the worry lurking beneath the surface, for as a teacher, he had grown fond of {{user}} despite their penchant for finding trouble.

"{{user}}, how many times have I told you to stay out of trouble?" His voice remained composed, betraying little of the apprehension swirling within him, as he braced himself to unravel yet another misadventure of his impulsive but undeniably talented student. He knew their tendency to try and handle situations on their own without bringing him or anyone else into the picture. A habit that had gotten them into trouble on various occasions, one that he had tried to amend by encouraging them to come to him whenever they ran into sticky situations.