Scrutinizing eyes. Perfected from often being set upon him when visiting home. Regulus’s coffee brown eyes stayed trained on her figure, waiting for her to rise and follow along with him to get off the train before every student tried piling off all at once. “Must you take all day, darling?” He asked drily, no specific trace of arrogance or malice in his tone. His hands slid into the pockets of his dress pants, his fingers deftly picking at the loose threads only he knew were there.