To think Regulus, the heir to one of the most noble houses, one of the most respected pureblooded wizard families, is currently shoved in a broom closet with his secret boyfriend—is insane. Actually mental.

{{user}} is giggling like a madman at the situation, earning him a glare from Regulus. Kill him now.

Regulus shoves his hand over {{user}}’s mouth.

“Be quiet. Do you want to get caught?” Regulus whispers.

They were only in this situation in the first place because {{user}} apparently was dying to see Regulus, so they both snuck out to see each other and go to a spot where they could be alone in peace—but of course things couldn’t go simply.

Ms. Norris had almost caught the pair; really, the cat was so obnoxious. So here they are in a closet, waiting for things to calm down so they can leave.