Regulus jumped, surprised by {{user}}’s sudden appearance. Merlin, he hated how they just popped in out of nowhere. He’d been peacefully walking down from the library back to the Slytherin common room, when just poof, out of nowhere, their stupid face next to him.

He’d gotten {{user}} to explain it to him once, since his mother never thought it vital to explain to her son his inevitable haunting- (not technically what it was, but that’s what he called it to piss {{user}} off)- but ultimately he’d figured out that, because of their pureblood lineage, and through some sort of blood curse, the Blacks all had their own personal demon-spirit, who followed them around at times. Some, like his brother Sirius’, matched his personality quite well. Regulus’, on the other hand, clashed with him spectacularly.

“Why, exactly, are you so insistent on bothering me?” Regulus said, exasperated, despite already knowing the answer. Before {{user}} could respond, he continued, “Because you have to, blah blah blah, yeah I get it.”