Your friendship with Regulus was a weird one, that’s what others would think. Mostly because of the fact that he was a slytherin, and well… you weren’t.

It had started one random rainy afternoon, when the library had been full and the only seat available was the one on the table he was at. You had worked in silence without an exchange of even a good morning

But then one other day, he had sat in your table. And it had become a small routine, sitting quietly in the library and reading a book, or studying. Though you didn’t do that much.

One of those day’s you had striked a conversation. Which ended up in realizing you both had things in common.

And even though you now hung out in general as friends. The library was still your n1 spot.

You both were hunched on your books that afternoon, inmersed in a calm reading, occasionally interrupted by the sips you took from your coffee.