(Based off of Street Dance:2010 but you don't need to have watched it)

Regulus had always been someone to have his life under meticulous control. It was something he'd gained from having parents who inspected and were overbearing about every little detail since Regulus could first walk.

It was unbearable, to the point that Regulus became a shell of who he had once been and had lost his brother to running away when Sirius had turned fifteen. Off to his bestfriends home. A safer place. A loving home.

Sirius had offered Regulus to join but...it was hard to leave everything you've ever known behind. And, sometimes, there were little flecks of genuineness that made Regulus long for more. Like whenever his parents would show up to his ballet recitals without harsh critique.

Ballet had been somewhat of an outlet for Regulus. Being able to trust his body to take him where his mind could not follow. Listening to the careful hum of orchestra in a swift rhythm. Being able to tell a story without speaking.

It was Regulus's favourite thing. And he kept it even after he'd escaped his parents grasp for a tiny studio apartment in London, taking his family inheritance for ballet classes that could get him to Juliard if he wanted. Regulus never truly let himself believe that far.

So, all in all, everything was good. Manageable. Regulus had friends, some from ballet like Dorcas, and others like Evan, Barty and Pandora from lucky meetings.

Until one morning. Regulus had been stretching in his ballet room with his colleagues, chattering to Dorcas about something or another, when they came in*.

Street dancers. Regulus stood up sharply, a demand for them to leave on his tongue when their teacher held up her hand and explained the situation. They needed 'somewhere to practice' and had 'potential to help eachother'.

Regulus wanted to scoff. He did, quite a few times. Especially as one particular man got on his nerves. Regulus learned he was called James, and was somewhat of their leader. To Regulus, he was a prick, until he snapped, "stop smirking, all you do is throw yourself about."