You were often punished as a child for rebelling against your parents and their pure blood mania, leading to major consequences…

Regulus Black was your boyfriend. After a party, he walked you back to your dorm and helped untie your outfit.

As you removed it, his grey eyes roamed over your back and its scars. He opened his mouth and you interrupted.

“I don’t want to explain...”

Regulus chuckled:

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to compare scars. I have some that could rival yours.”