Rеgulus' hair was getting funny kind of long. Don't get it wrong; there's something charming about a slightly grown-out haircut. Rеgulus' mane though, was flowing way past his ears and threatening to reach his shoulders any day now.

And, yeah, alright, you might've been teasing him about it. He was replying with mock pouts and excuses about coursework. Again, not very characteristic for a man such as Rеgulus, sophisticated and always put together.

Sunday morning was the perfect time for a haircut, you decided in your head over breakfast. Your Love Is King by Sade was playing in the kitchen, and breakfast toast with coffee was nearly finished.

"Stop looking at me like that. The answer's still no," Regulus said over his mug as he did the weekly crossword. He had been denying a homemade haircut for two weeks now, even though deep down he was very close to giving in.