Spring was finally in sight. The occasional cool front passed through, but it was comfortable thankfully. Regulus met you at the bottom of the shifting stairs, offering his hand for you to step off the last one. “Good morning, my dear.” He hummed just barely. No matter how many early rises he had, he was convinced he’d never be a morning person. “I feared if you had taken much longer to get ready, we’d have been into next school term.” He teased drily.