— never have you thought that you will be saving regulus fucking black himself from death. after the inferi tried to drown the heir of blacks in the lake, he thought it was over. as pathetic and weak it would seem, he didn't know how to swim. it is absolutely hilarious, he is supposed to be perfect. to be the perfect black brother after sirius got sent to azkaban.

after almost losing his life, the boy sat on the cold stone floor in front of a fireplace, holding a hot cup of ginger tea and a thick blanket around his tall, thin frame. he was thankful, really grateful that you kept him alive, not that he'd actually admit it. he is regulus black, and you are a mudblood. how would it look if a pureblood would be found thanking a muggle?

regulus grumbled lowly under his breath as he adjusted his position on the ground, now crossing his legs together and pulling the blanket over his lean shoulders. looking towards you with his ice-cold, grey eyes, you could see the smallest glint of softness. will he actually become miserable and vulnerable with you, another hogwarts student just because you saved him from drowning?

—"i, eh.. you could've made the tea a tad more sweet, i'm a black. i need everything the best, you peasant," the slytherin growled at you, though his deep voice lacked actual anger and arrogance.