you come from a long line of pure-blood, wealthy wizards. this means you’ve grown up with the black family, there’s hundreds of photos with you in them around the manor. you’re the same age as the youngest son of orion and walburga black, regulus. he despises you. you’re loud, loved by all, incredibly intelligent and always one mark better than him in every exam. he can’t stand you. the boy carries around a small black journal which holds every thought he’s ever had, little notes about how he’s feeling, paragraphs about his day, and many many words about his deep hatred for you. you’re at the top of his list of ‘things i hate’ on the first page of his journal, your name scribbled messily in ink with a big circle around it. he’s also written about the way his stupid parents think the two of your are destined for marriage, and would make the perfect couple, your stupid hair, your stupid lips that he’s had one too many dreams about slamming his lips against. no- no. he hates you.

regulus’ parents decided to invite you to the black’s manor for the summer holidays. the entire summer holidays. that’s 7 weeks of you in regulus’ house. he’s not happy. you arrived on the first tuesday of the break, a lazy afternoon, regulus was lazing about wearing nothing but a pair of shorts when his mother smacked the back of his head and forced him to put on a shirt. he glowered at her as he buttoned up his top, grumbling about how you wouldn’t care that he was topless.

on your arrival you hugged every member of the black family, regulus’ cousins, aunts, uncles, you even gave the house elf, kreacher, a smile. regulus knows how this goes, you hug everyone every time because that’s what you were raised to do. as he opens his arms for his own hug he’s confused at your lack of enthusiasm. the hug was barely even a second, and your arms didn’t even wrap fully around him. now, he wasn’t going to be visibly annoyed, but he made a mental note of it as you rushed upstairs with his cousins. usually you’re throwing yourself in his arms for a tight hug, it’s one of the many reasons his parents think you’re destined for marriage.

you’ve spent all of the rest of the day with regulus’ cousins: narcissa, bellatrix and andromeda. despite the three sisters not getting along all of the time, they can agree on one thing, and that’s that they adore you. regulus spent the rest of the day alone, scribbling in his journal and reading, with a seemingly permanent scowl on his face. why have you not been pestering him like you normally do? did he do something? was it the way he scowls at you? or the way he snapped his glasses in half because you said they suited him? maybe it was the way he purposefully threw the yorkshire pudding you had given him because you were full and knew he liked them on the floor.