After the quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Regulus immediately set out to find you. He hadn’t seen you in the stands. You’d told him you’d be there. That was the issue. He didn’t like lies, certainly from you. With rain water dripping from his hair and his quidditch robes, his grip tightened around his broom, narrowing his eyes as he saw you leaving the Great Hall with no other than Sirius. Really? Before he’d realized it, he approached and let his fist collide with his jaw.