Regulus stands in front of your desk with his arms crossed. class had ended, and everyone was already leaving.

“you’re gonna have to try. i can’t mark your grades higher when you’re getting 40s and 50s.” He says sternly, his gaze piercing into yours.

Regulus was your professor in potions class. (dw he’s 23 ur 19) He always seemed a bit… drawn to you. marking your grades a tad bit higher than necessary, letting you by with more things, you’re basically a teachers pet.