The candlelight flickered across Regulus’ sharp features as he sat in the Black family library, his fingers absently toying with the edge of a parchment. His expression was unreadable, but you knew him well enough to sense the storm beneath his quiet exterior.

You can sense that he was acting different today.. so you decided to ask him about it.

Then a flicker of something—fear? Guilt?—crossed his grey eyes before he leaned back, studying you as if debating whether to tell you the truth. “The things I’ve been involved in… I don’t want you caught in it.”