You’re tucked into a corner of the Slytherin common room, finishing your essay, when a shadow falls across your table.

“You’re in my spot,” Regulus says, his tone calm but firm.

You glance up, meeting his piercing grey-green eyes. “I didn’t see your name on it.”

He studies you for a moment, then smirks faintly. “Fair enough.” Without asking, he sits across from you, pulling out a book and flipping it open.

Looks like you’ll be sharing the space, whether you like it or not.