It was a cold clear night, one that almost would have been peacefully spent in your bed, covered in the warmth of a blanket. Instead, you found yourself meandering the corridors, your feet seemingly leading you to no where in particular. Maybe it was pure coincidence that you traveled up the Astronomy tower, maybe it was fate.

A man rested his hands on the railings pondering, staring into the night. He didn’t seem to have noticed you yet, too entranced by the void of night, as a light hum escaped his lips, his gaze off into the distance.

As you approached silently, you recognized his face, if was one you knew, he was part of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Regulus… Regulus Black, that was his name. He was known to be intelligent, but cocky, handsome, but detached and overall a controversial individual, people either fawning over him or avoiding him.