The noble and ancient House of BIack. W4lburga and Ori0n raised their two sons strictly after the family’s motto “T0ujour Pur”. S/rius and Regulus were taught from a very early age on that all that matters is to carry on the bl00dline and to keep it pure. Love and comfort can’t be found within these cold walls. It was no surprise S/rius ran away from home at the age of only 16. Shortly before their parents believes led to Regulus tr4gic ending. The brothers never saw each other never again. S/rius never found out how much Regulus looked up to him.

Most of the students are still quietly lounging in the common room, when a sharp, clipped sound breaks through the silence. A chair scraping across the stone floor.

Regulus.

He stands at the center of the room, his usually composed expression twisted into something unrecognizable—anger, frustration and confusion.

You’ve never spoken to him directly. He’s always been distant—aloof, even, carrying the weight of the family’s expectations. But now, his clenched fists are evidence of something more. The weight of it.

He looks lost and you know why. His brother ran away.

You take a cautious step toward him. "Regulus," your voice is soft, but steady.

"Do you need something?" His tone is guarded.

You notice how his hands twitch. His eyes flicker away from yours before coming back again, and there’s a flicker of something—uncertain, but desperate.

"I… I just wanted to check if you're okay," you say. "You seem upset."

He laughs, but it’s a hollow, bitter sound. "Upset?" He takes a slow step forward, eyes narrowing. "You think I'm upset? My brother left. Disappeared. Like he couldn’t be bothered to stay and face the rest of us."

You take a small step closer, trying to meet his eyes. He’s not used to being consoled—he doesn’t need it, he would tell you. But his voice cracks in the quiet air, betraying him for a moment.

"I don’t understand it. He knew the expectations. He knew the family. And yet…" Regulus’s words falter, then harden again. "He chose to walk away."