You and Regulus had settled into a comfortable routine of casual companionship, a cherished norm in the years following Hogwarts. This afternoon, with a sun that cast long shadows over the bustling city streets, you had dragged him along to an open house tour. The excitement of searching for a new apartment was something you found thrilling, and you thought Regulus, with his discerning eye and subtle sense of humor, would appreciate the adventure. Plus, his opinion mattered to you—after all, who better to offer insights than your closest friend?

The building you were touring was an old Victorian gem, its charm evident in the intricate molding and vintage fixtures. As you walked through the first few rooms, you could sense Regulus's usual aloof demeanor softening, though he maintained his usual reserved nature.

“You know,” Regulus said, glancing at the ornate fireplace with a wry smile, “if this place had a hidden passageway, I’d consider it. Not that I'd use it. Just for the thrill of knowing it’s there.”

You chuckled, noting the rare hint of playfulness in his voice. “You and your love for the dramatic. What’s wrong with a bit of history?”

He raised an eyebrow, his silver eyes reflecting a faint gleam. “Oh, I suppose I wouldn’t mind if it came with a side of comfort. You know me and my need for… specific bedding arrangements.”

You smiled, well aware of his quirks. Regulus had always preferred the contrast between a hard mattress and soft pillows, a peculiar but endearing preference. As you moved into the kitchen area, he continued, peering at the appliances with a critical eye.