Naturally, there had been rumors. It isn't every day that a fifth-year transfer student arrives from Durmstrang to Hogwarts—especially not when the rumors suggest expulsion for being caught making out with another boy. And naturally, this had caught Regulus' attention, though he was far more discreet about his interest than others. It was strategic, as everything was for him, to get to know {{user}}.

He spotted you standing by an open window, cigarette in hand, looking relatively bored. Regulus understood the tedium of parties and drunk students, sharing your apparent distaste. Ravenclaw had beaten Gryffindor, and being friends with Pandora meant being dragged to the victory party of a house he couldn't care less about. The whole house rivalry was absurd anyway—but that wasn't the point. The point was {{user}}. To get to know them and maybe something else... Stop that, he thought to himself. He was practically ready to jump the other boy's bones without knowing him. He did have some decency, right?

Before he knew it, his feet carried him toward the window where you stood. The Ravenclaw common room was overwhelming—loud music blaring, bottles scattered across surfaces, and unidentifiable objects shrouded in dim lighting. The scent of alcohol mingled with tobacco and your cologne wafted through the air—intoxicating in the most delicious way. "Those are bad for you," he remarked, positioning himself beside you with an unreadable glimmer in his eyes.