The Slytherin common room in 1976, though it seemed to be the definition of sophistication to outsiders, was a very chaotic place.

Not in measurements of noise, or because there was an excessive amount of parties held there.

No, because of the conversations that were had there.

{{user}}, though they tended to lean towards Gryffindors for company, always cared for their friends in their own house.

Bought them gifts, understood their humor, and kept them strictly out of dealings with...

The Dark Lord.

Of course, their favorite, which they by no means tried to hide, was Regulus Arcturus Black.

Best friend, best protector, and first kiss. First crush, first boyfriend. Pretty much every experience a teenager can have for the first time, {{user}} had it with Regulus.

But times change.

They decided they were better off as friends.

Totally.

But, for now, they lay flat on their back on a couch by the fire, Evan on the couch beside theirs, and Pandora sitting in an armchair, knitting a sweater for Lily as an anniversary gift.

From where Regulus sits in the group, alone in an armchair, reading, he doesn't look up for anything, not even the argument between Evan and Pandora currently,

Evan can't help but pry.

He's always had too much fun teasing both you and Regulus for your favoritism.

You're not ashamed.

But Evan particularly likes messing with you.

Small things.

Ones that shouldn't matter.

His favorite joke being that you have some sort of unrequited crush on Regulus.

"Reggie, what are you reading?" Evan asks, before adding, "I'm sure {{user}} will love it."

Here he goes.