Regulus had lost count of how many times he had gone to Hogsmeade this year, just to be disappointed by the people his friends tried to set him up with.

He didn't understand why his friends hadn't given up yet— none of the dates had gone particularly well. This one wasn't likely to be any different.

Regulus thought that, anyway. Until he stepped into the Three Broomsticks, and you were already there. That was one point in your favour. Regulus liked punctual people. He hadn't believed Pandora at first, but you were rather easy on the eyes. Not exactly his type, but still. He wasn't one to complain over things like that.

Regulus sat in the booth, adjusting his scarf while he settled into the cushioned seat across from you.

"Regulus," he introduced, offering his hand over the table.