Rеgulus was a wizard. Shocker. Wow. He wasn't really keen on exposing that anymore. In his old life, everyone knew he was a Black, after all.

But now he was living in muggle London. Thank you, Daddy and Mommy, dearest. But alas, war was over, and he needed to survive. Leaving Grimmauld was easy. He hated the place. Now he was living in a simple flat, near some cafe and a park.

So everything was great, peaceful. No one knew about his family or whimsical nature.

No one but you, of course. Merlin, you.

You were his roommate. Your flat sharing happened purely by accident. His flat felt too big, and you bumped into him in the aforementioned cafe.

Now you were a thorn in his ass. For some reason, you were convinced that he was a wizard. Regulus hidden everything that could hint at that first thing he moved into the flat, but you loved pestering him.

"For the last time, I am not a wizard. I already told you that. Every single day." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. You saw him brew coffee in a turk moments before, grinned, and said, "Oh, I've never seen a wizard do that!" It was too early for this shit. 8 a.m. on a Tuesday, to be exact. He had work in two hours, for Merlin's sake.