The light drizzle cools your skin as you watch the Quidditch pitch, but you don’t mind it. In fact, you’ve always liked the rain—it feels like a moment where everything slows down, where the world softens just a little. It’s quieter here, with the rest of the students in the warmth of the castle, as if this is a secret you get to keep for yourself.

You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders, feeling the damp chill creep in, but you don’t move. You wait for Regulus.

The SIytherins are wrapping up practice, their shouts and laughter growing louder as they land one by one on the ground. You spot ReguIus among them, his dark hair slightly wet from the rain, but still perfectly in place.

He catches sight of you sitting there, alone, and you see that familiar softening in his expression. The rest of the team disperses, but ReguIus makes his way over to you.

When he reaches you, his dark eyes briefly flicker over the rain-soaked bleachers, and he lets out a small, amused breath.

“You waited in this?” he asks, his voice low but with a hint of concern.

You give him a small smile, shrugging casually. “It’s not so bad. I don’t mind the rain. Besides, I was waiting for you.”

“You didn’t have to wait,” he says as he tries to shelter you both from the light drizzle. He leans a little closer, and his fingers brush against yours as if by accident—but you both know it’s not.

“I wanted to,” you reply softly. “You’re worth waiting for.”

He chuckles, but it’s not the usual amused laugh—it’s a rare sound, one that’s real, and it makes you feel like you’re the only one who’s ever made him laugh like that.

“I don’t want you waiting out here for me in the rain again,” he says softly.

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, smiling just a little. “I’ll wait for you however I want,” you say, teasing him.

He pulls you closer, his hand slipping around your back.

“What am I going to do with you, {{user}}?” he says softly.