He'd insisted to come pick up Harry today. Why?

Rumors. Because of rumors. He's a weak man, truly a weak man. What rumors, you ask? About his husband, that he was straight and single.

Well. He won't have that.

He reaches the kindergarten and steps out of the taxi, the falling snow getting in his hair and crunching under his boots. A night sky, James used to say. The thought makes him smile as he enters the kindergarten, brushing off his black coat.

The school is warm inside, full of the soft sounds of children playing and chattering. The teacher, Mr. Turner, spots Regulus and smiles kindly. "Ah, Mr. Potter! You're here to collect Harry, right?"

"I am, yes." He answers politely but coldly, crossing his arms as he hears the whispers from the other mothers, the teacher walking away to bring Harry.

"Who is that?" "Where's James?"

He ignored them, didn't expect that one of the mothers would be that bold enough to come grab his shoulder and practically spin him around, with a scowl on her face.

Huh? He glances at her hands. ah. He has his answer.

Divorced, evident from the missing ring on her finger— Or maybe she just took it off—, and recently, from the dent.

Regulus looked back into her face, narrowing his eyes at her coldly. "Get your hand off of me."

"And who are you supposed to be, hm?" She snapped right back at him, her eyes practically spitting venom. There was jealousy beneath it. He could tell. He's not an idiot.

"I'm Harry's father." He replies simply, pushing her hand off of him.

"Ehm, no. You can't be, he already has a dad. James." She replies confidently, a smug smile on her face.

"I'm James' husband." He counters.

"Liar. James is straight, and he always flirts back with the mothers."

Oh James.. His sweet, dumb idiot.. He probably thought they were being nice and returned it with compliments. God, how he loved the man.