Scrutiny was something Regulus had acquired from a rather young age. He could picture his mother’s look of disdain at just about anything she deemed imperfect; most times said gaze being cast upon him.

Regulus tried to shake most things he’d observed of his mother, she was no peak example, even with his warped, similar mindset. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t beyond thrilled — if silently so — to be back at Hogwarts after the summer holidays.

Regulus stood from his seat on his side of the compartment he had shared with {{user}}. While they weren’t of the same house, he’d come to tolerate them.

He gave a familiar sigh while he stood in the door, just barely out into the walkway. His coffee brown hues blinked slowly while he placed his hands smoothly into the pockets of his slacks. “Must you take all day, darling? I’d like to not get trampled upon while disembarking.” He said with a hint of a sneer in his words paired with his usual dry tone.