Regulus’s fingers deftly, yet slowly ran through your messy tresses. You always had him do it. Your hair. No matter the time of day, you’d frequently found herself sitting on the floor beside his bed whilst he sat in bed and reached down to untangle that ‘birds-nest’ of a head of hair. “How?” Was all he asked as he pulled his fingers from your hair to remove his rings, placing them aside for now so they wouldn’t tangle in your hair. “How does it get this bad?” He always exaggerated, shame.